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Pain in Real Love

Can pain exist in something beautiful
like real love bestowed with innocence?
Can it lay waste the blossoming garden
where seeds of hope and dreams were planted?
Can pain break the melodic laughter
and replace it with ringing silence?
Can it harden the softest of hearts
and turn it into an unforgiving stone?
Can pain dampen the fire bursting inside,
leaving behind nothing but ashes?
Can it darken once bright eyes
and cause rivers of tears to flow?
Can pain be embedded within the joy of loving,
then break out like thorns on roses?
Can it silence the words that often flow
from lips that love has taught to speak?
Can pain take over the light that burns
and bring with it the shadows of despair?
Can it chill the blood that flows,
and numb body, mind and soul?

-The Elusive Scribe 113013-

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Forgotten Lines

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Living in the spaces between letters
our images like silhouettes dancing
to the sweet harmony that our hearts beat
your hands in mine as we melt in the lines
of forgotten words that our lips spoke
that lightly travel and caress our skins
sending such lovely shivers down our spines.
What I wouldn’t give to go back and relive
those forgotten lines we’ve shared
whispered in the darkness of our desires
tracing a path to where our souls reside.
and if I could make time turn back
back to that moment when our hearts first collide,
I’ll ask you to stay and let the sparks fly
surrounding us with their infinite glow
where we’ll bask in each others warmth
that melts the coldness in our hearts.

-eamarifosque 11213-

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A Toast to the Broken Hearted

Here’s a toast to the broken hearted
you’ve loved and now know pain
yet you’re alive and that is something
for hearts that break can leave you bleeding
drain your life and leave you nothing
but memories that you want to go back to
time and time and time again
just to feel your lover’s hair,
their hands on yours,
and how they fit perfectly in your arms.

Here’s a toast to the kind of love you’ve given,
for you’ve shared some part of you
although you might think it’s not enough
you have loved and that should always be enough
for the one who loves you too.

Here’s a toast to the tears you’ve shed
you are human, you are real,
you are strong and you are brave,
your tears are innocent and precious,
and one day they’ll never flow
for you’ll find someone who’ll keep them at bay
and share the love you’re willing to give.

Here’s a toast to all the broken hearted
for you’ll survive the heartache
though it may take time to fully heal
still the wounds will patch up
though scars will be left behind
treat them as badges of courage
because you chose to live and love again.

-The Elusive Scribe 100413-

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Hope breeds in every breath expelled,
from mouths that speak their hearts’ desire,
slowly building dreams as lovers lie
on soft ground staring at the starry skies.

Hands seeking hands in the depths of the moon,
lending strength to wayward hearts that commune,
as their battle scarred and worn out souls
find true healing listening to each other’s tune.

And as the night deepens so does their song,
of hearts and minds that both found their home,
in tight embraces and yearning kisses,
until both are spent and lying breathless.

-eamarifosque 091413-

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Let us bury ourselves in the stillness of the night,
and make waves against the sheets of our desires.
As moonbeams glisten on sweat riddled bodies,
that move in sweet synchronization on satin covered land.
Whispered songs shall emanate from lips seeking lips,
and fingers shall trace the land before them with
infinite slowness,
remembering pathways so familiar even with eyes closed.
Oh, how the night trembles with yearning,
as temperature rises above and beyond,
where our heartbeats drum beneath our chests
faster and faster yet in tune with one another.
Climbing towards the stars that look down on us,
until we reach the heavens in each others arms,
where our hearts were destined to be satiated,
with the kind of love that our souls are attuned to.

-The Elusive Scribe 072213-

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by your side

 

i will lie by your side and watch you deep in sleep,
loving the way my hands cradle your head as you
put your trust in me.
these moments when everything is right with the
world,
just the two of us, loving every single moment that
our hearts have in store for us.
until the morrow comes and we’ll go back to a world
where we can’t do anything but be apart,
waiting for the end that we often speak of in dreams,
where we are the ones who will write our happy
ending.

-eamarifosque 062413-

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Own the Night

 

we shall own the night, tonight of all nights,
we will make it listen to our beating hearts.
the fires we shall conjure will banish the shadows
and we will play in its heat as it sears
the very essence of our being as we collide
like the distant stars in the horizon.
we shall own the night and make it last,
until we have satisfied our hungry hearts,
with the things that we crave the most,
the touch and feel of desire that course through us.
as we gaze up into the starry backdrop of this night
where we shall belong to one another
both in body and soul until the night slowly dwindles
and fade into nothingness.

-eamarifosque 061513-