A core deep flaw

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

I fought all things taught
all lessons learned all battle
wounds earned. And yet,
here I am, the corner begging
my company, reflection caught
upon the forced crimson pause.
A reflective stance, a core
deep flaw. Strip bare the
necessities of life, remove
my destructive Armour and
I am weak, whole without value.
How will you love me if I calm
the fires that flame upon your
words? Oh! To discover I still
hold harbour to such fears.
Such scars beyond deep,
we learn, learned behaviour,
echo, mimic and resurrect the
the dark shadows of our existence.
We are a reflective stance
of inner needs, nourishment,
eternally perhaps feeding from
each other’s energy, an unstoppable
cycle rotating across our very own axis.

Karen Hayward ©2019 Image via wordpress library

Golden Rays

To sit among the golden rays,
feel the whispers of your
lips as they graze in
complete silence,
solitude of lovers ebbing as
the river flows.
Desire rising, need spilling
as mouths explore evening
constellations mapping
across bare skin.
Fingers trailing glowing
thoughts, growing passion
tongues entwined
bodies moving
As the river flows
As the sun dips down low
As night time comes and
evening goes
As forgotten love
begins to grow.

Karen Hayward ©2017

Image and words