You see, his heart broke in two when he had seen it was you. You'd been absent so long he thought you were gone. Had moved on with his life and found a beautiful wife. And so his heart felt so blue because his soul misses you. Karen Hayward ©2012 - Edited 2020 Image and words
Oh, what a mistake we've made, You never should have gone, You really should have stayed. So many years have come and gone, So many tears, so many wrongs. With lovers for company, we were never alone, are all chances finally blown? Or does the lure of the extraordinary, that hides beneath the ordinary, call out your name, can things ever be the same. Oh, what a mistake we made. Karen Hayward ©2012 - Edited 2020 Image and words
Chemical
responses,
differences
and similarities.
good breeding
leading
to manners
respect.
Needs
fulfilled,
and purpose
met.
Hardwork
perseverance
and loyal
dedication
The
Mystery
Of
Love.
Karen Hayward © 2018
I dive down deep swimming
between the throbbing waves
as the ocean embraces my curves.
Lose myself in the silent pull
of Poseidon’s love as he moves gently through my wild mane of flaming hair
and there deep within his kingdom
I pause, feel the suffocation of desire
drowning my soul, igniting my spirit,
the burn of love within my chest that beats in search of rhythm. In search
of you and eyes I long to swim in.
The ocean kisses my porcelain skin
caressing my naked liberation…
Your ocean beats within my soul.
Karen Hayward ©2017
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I am the speckled fragments of chaos
you are the contents of Pandora’s chest
I am moon beams dancing at twilight
you are my sky, vast, encompassing
I am kisses shimmering in darkness
You are my night, my knight, my light.
I am the scattered remnants of chaos
I am the broken whispers of Pandora
I am an ancient constellation of star dust I am the essence from the blade of Zeus
We were one, became two, eternity spent
searching for you…
I am the moon adorned in white light
You are the sky, my infinite love
I am the fragrance of scent long forgot
You are the essence craved at my core
I am an ancient need, ignited in flames
you are the source whispering my name.
You are the echo of touch on my skin
You are the whispers I hear when I dream.
You are the stars leading my way
You are home, found high in the skies
You are a source ingrained in my soul a whispered memory from an ancient day.
I am the essence on the slide of the blade
You are the soul, Zeus split that day.
We are star dust travelling through time
Searching eternally for the silent signs
Now I am found and we look no more,
For you are mine.. and I am yours.
Karen Hayward ©2017
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For a brief moment my smile fell as I pondered worth,
and instantly I saw this bird.
Between dying leaves in muted greens
Purest white and peach of cream.
Colours so rich and vivid
Symbolic of a life well hidden.
And I am five, colouring, sat alone
when I discover navy blue and peach spell home,
A moment of surreal calm among my storm
How is it that a colour makes me feel so warm.
Like then, but now I know take heed
symbolism is the ageless seed.
My energy divinely sent runs low in the devils grasp,
I wane beneath this crushing blast..
Won’t you walk with me in pastures old?
Where silence whispers in a tongue of gold?
Would you see and know and understand?
As I pull of shoes to feel the land.
I pause beneath a moon lit sky of navy blue
hear the forest call and think of you.
I need pillows filled with feathers covered
In pink,
Purple, blue and green a place to talk but not to think.
To stop let go and feel my soul
In natures hand so I feel whole.
Would you sit with me among the trees?
As the scent of earth entwines with me,
Watch through broken branches a sky of stars,
And ponder numbers, distance and life so far.
Would you sit with me and hear the earth
and love me hard till I see my worth?
Karen Hayward ©2017
Will you pull me in?
Gently press my cheek
to your chest
Curve your fingers across
my hip,
skin on skin.
Will your fingers slip
through strands of
my hair
As your leg slips between
my thighs…
Will you let me fall
for a moment,
be nothing
for a millisecond
Just let my soul
rest,
safely in the cocoon
of your arms…
… Before I rise
once again.
Karen Hayward ©2018
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It tugs at me
pulling at strings
caressing thoughts
embracing shadows
There’s a part of me
that isn’t sure
a part that coverts
reincarnation
pondering
synchronisation
not peas in a pod
Noooo
Not similar
not the same
More like two
sides of the
same coin
Yin and yang
a mirrored reflection
Yes, the same source
and the missing parts.
There’s a part of me
that isn’t sure,
that we haven’t kissed
before
on times path
along some far of
sandy shore.
Karen Hayward ©2018
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*Shh*… ould we?
I mean can we?
I’m tangled in a web
of your desire
caught haphazardly
on your tongue
the curve of your voice
as it entwines through me.
Can we?
I pull at the ancient sticky
essence that seemingly
binds us
I wonder,
were we ever unbound?
I sometimes call
defiantly into
the dark abyss of stars
like I did that night.
And you always answer
as you did that night…
my defiance quenched
for a moment.
Yet I still find
myself pulling
and tugging
at that string…
… I guess it might snap.
…or I might discover
your soul has been at my
side the entire time.
Only one way to find out.
Karen Hayward ©2018
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A tune so subtle,
melodious energy
igniting in each note,
Twirling a tango,
Willing a waltz
the clumsy stepping
of my whimsical
soul, bells
ringing to Pans beat.
A rhythm
of ancient telling
Lust rising,
love swelling.
And his soul knows my tune,
whistles a perfect song
Plays my body like a flute,
fingers teasing,
Lips caressing,
tongue defining…
And he is the drummer
My skin, his instrument
He beats in rapid strokes
A deep chorus of pleasure
Spilling across atoms..
And he is the saxophone
songs of old dancing
among raindrops
as the moon kisses
my skin…
And he is the song
the beat,
the rhythm
the silence
the rise the fall…
For he is the one
that knows
the ancient
composition
of my soul..
He is my
symphony
of love,
my piano music
Ebony and ivory
in perfect
unison.
Karen Hayward ©2018
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