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The rhythm she feels is her heartbeat,
it hasn't seemed strong for awhile.
Stands by herself, she's just watching,
her heart will not beat though she tries.
Surveying, pretending she cares not,
she can't move the rhythm's not strong.
Her world is now one of confusion,
her desires appear out of her grasp.
Joining, her legs can't support her,
she's afraid of the beat in her heart.
Spotting what's been causing the changes,
it is her turn to understand why.
Her feet begin following his direction,
stepping with him taking this chance.
Grasping for time that will feed her,
knowing this longing is one that must last.
Grabbing the risk she moves forward,
the beat is just right for their dance.
He'll sustain her as long as she needs him,
there's happiness she feared not to find.
This is time to find life moving forward,
there's no containing the joy in her soul.
They twirl and spin round their dance floor,
her face shines in his eyes, watch her smile.
Whispering gently to tender ears their hearts grow impatiently longing, strength of souls discovering they'd found glorious love blooming stronger every hour.
Two lovers become one uniting in passion steadfastly forming a lasting bond. Friends becoming unable to separate, astounded by similarities in their being.
Lost in a loveless relationship long ended, passion's rapture was not theirs to escape. Devoted to happiness they gifted one another, the past, as they new it, ceased to exist.
Fervently praying for a long desired dream, both had been edging toward loss of hope. Love had betrayed, escaping their lives. alas this cherished dream was theirs.
When the sun is high in the sky each day, these lovers talk as they wait for peace. invented to please, creation of music so lovely to calm.
Time travels too slowly in longings to be alone in thoughts for their yearnings. Night comes to wrap them in whispers, waiting anxiously for a love not denied.
Susan Johnston Owen 11/2012
ANOTHER PROZAC MOMENT
The thought of sharing another Prozac moment has me wishing to hide my confused psyche under soft down. Lack of tolerance has combined with fear that we will never be on the same page in anything.
The spontaneity in my personality has been quashed to the point where trying to please is burdensome. Love shouldn't be an inconvenience; perhaps responsibility to include another in the passing of your day; not a chore to sadden your spirit into turmoil.
Even as this is being written there is awareness of another misunderstanding which will occur; when this is only my way of mapping my feelings. New territory with lack of all useful direction, wishing for warm refuge as you hold me in your arms, not a report card stating how well we did tonight.
There is no effort involved in caring for you, it's natural, desired, sweet, memorable. What the hell happened to push it under a magnifier? No one need tell me my mouth works faster than my brain, that flaw is my affliction; liability.
Why is it so hard to accept me as is? Must everything in our lives be as scheduled as a train? Last time I looked, the mirror said "woman", not steel, I'm adjusting every minute of my life; have you? Will we be able to find comfort in each other again, or will exhaustion wear me down as you sleep in peace?
I hear the words, "I love you," contemplating us? Is that the problem, thinking, overpowering desire? How does one live with the fear of crossing your line? Please accept what got your attention when we began: neither one of us has left, there is true affection.
Time is fleeting, why are we wasting unnecessary time?
sjo/jazz5/12/2011/ rewritten 9/5/2012
On a Beach
The warmth of the ocean tickled their toes as they sauntered idly.
Lovers longing to find a clandestine corner speed their pace.
Evening light lit the sky heightening desires felt by two in lust.
Crisp air went unnoticed as the heat between them grew. Grasping in wanton desire their bodies begin to glow.
He grabs her waist, buckles her knees, holding her tenderly. Intense kisses lingered, she was in awe.