The Taste of my…

And through the tender 

kisses of your lips; 

the need in your eyes,

the trailing of your tongue, 

through the stroking

of your fingers,

through the passion in 

their touch and

the caressing of your 

palm. 

The past is cleansed 

from my soul, 

your need becomes 

the hinted scent 

of my skin, 

the taste on my 

tongue, the essence

in my…

and the past is cleansed 

from my soul. 
Karen Hayward ©2016

Souls dance among the darkness.

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Can I become lost in the essence of your soul and fall aimlessly into the depths of the universe on the whispers of your melody. With closed eyes and open mind can I swim among dreams of another realm, a phantasm of jasmine scented petals and cloudless skies. And can I lose myself beneath your touch as minds transcend and skin becomes merely a cloak that shrouds passion and desire that burn as the stars in the heavens. Perhaps, like the stars our souls could dance through the darkness of the night skies, illuminating every atom we touch. Can I become lost in the essence of your soul?

Karen Hayward ©2016

Chaos theory in bloom.

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Lilies of white,
Fear and fright.

Roses of red,
lust fuelled bed.

Violets of blue,
Thoughts that are true.

Beautiful,
yellow sun flowers,
Strength,
transformation
and power.

I fill my dreams with all of these,
And buzzing bees,
With the colour of life,
That blurs the strife.
The universe essence,
Always in my presence.
Reminding me of lessons,
Of the past,
That went so very fast.
Of the present,
that is truly a blessing.
And
Of the
Future,
Writing itself
As we speak,
No way to peek,
Or
Even know if it’s
What
We truly
Seek.
All along the
Way
Fresh colours
Bloom,
Beneath a powerful
Moon.
Transformation and change,
Are all within range,
it feels strange,
And good,
Like an over read
Book.

I burn the flames that light my way.

At first,
i did wonder how
you had crept in
through the maze of poison ivy.
Soft whispers that had resonated with my spirit.
But now I see,
that the spirit is filled with interwoven paths.
Wake one and another will feed from the energy,
until all paths are lit with the burning flames of essence. It’s not you igniting them, although you are inviting them,
it’s me with flame in hand, ready again to walk the land.