Like that…

“Don’t be like that”
like what? What is ‘that?’
I wonder if that is the furthest
we have stood, speaking in
tongue, two separate languages
the past converged into those
words.
Is your ‘that’ the same as mine?
perhaps yours
carries a heavier burden
for why speak of my thoughts
if they hold no value.
Why tell you that my ‘that’
was days of the clock pulling
you from me. . . or
perhaps each step was a choice
you made. Or that my
‘that’ is the knowledge that
I’m to be a kept secret whilst
others stand at your side.
Perhaps mine was just
the crevices of my shadows
screaming to be loved
beyond my pornographic
mouth and pulled tight into
the grasp of everything.
To be everything

Karen Hayward ©2017

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In my heaven this is solitude

To wander beneath twilight
Skies upon a moonlit shore
Bare foot, soul upon my
tattered sleeve with the
gentle wisp of ocean caressing
my solitude, this is heaven.
Utopia lapping at my feet
as I walk the soft bed of
precious memories caught
in the broken fragments
of stone, shells, aged glass
in solitude, this is heaven.
To hear the ancient call
of my ancestors whispering
across waves of ascent to
hear the answers to questions
not yet asked in this precious
solitude, this is heaven.
As linear time spreads before
souls departed to feel the
essence of your love in
the tides embrace distance
an absent obstacle. . .
In my solitude, this is heaven.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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A whisper on golden rays.

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Yonder ethereal skies your essence

sweeps across my soul embracing

my darkest shadows with tender

kisses of devotion. And I am defenseless,

the ancient echo of love sung by the morning

bird tingles across frozen drops of dew.

Spiraled imprint of frost delicately

painted across whimsical dreams thawing

at the warmth of your tongue,

the caress of your lips,

the embrace of your love that

traverses

countless seconds dispersing the atoms

of our existence.

Breaking times barrier,

colliding with celestial storms

reaching now from beyond the realm,

a single flame we burn in the echos

of our infinite universe an eternal

love the expansion of our souls united in

a chaotic flurry of brilliance.

Karen Hayward * ©2017

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