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poems are original and copyright to Lariel.
copyright Sept 2000
"Eat of my body,
Drink from my soul."
Honeyed phrases pour into my ear,
Your words my bread and wine,
"I love you."
"You're beautiful."
And like a starving man, I gorge myself on you.
I would taste all of you,
Dine on the feast you give me.
You would bring me life, that my starved body needs,
Joy, for which my barren heart screams,
And peace, for which my tumultuous mind begs.
copyright Sept. 2000
As changeable and as unfathomable as the sea
He calls to me, restless and relentless.
Waves of raw feeling, crested with passion as he brings himself crashing
onto me
And once again, I am swept away
Joyfully drowning, wrestling with the dread and the pleasure of the
unknown
Until I am tossed ashore, exhausted and spent.
Yet always feeling the pull of the tide
And always wanting more.
Copyright Oct 2000
A seed, buried beneath the thick black loam
Sleeping, cocooned in the warm, suffocating earth
Where the sun can't reach me
And the wind can't stir me.
I lie, snug in my burrow, untouched and unharmed,
My hard outer shell a dry barrier
That keeps the outside world from bruising my sheltered heart.
A seed, cracked open and exposed
Uprooted from its false, alluring nest
Warmed by the sun
Caressed by the wind.
I lie, snug in your arms, blinking in the sun,
My new born eyes smarting and wide
As the outside world rushes into my hidden heart.
Copyright Oct 2000
You stare through me with fear shuttered eyes.
What are you afraid of?
I meant you no harm.
I only wanted to love you.
A boat cast adrift upon the stormy sea, you were my harbour,
Your arms caught me and kept me safe,
From the crying wind that haunted us and the darkness that hammered
at our door.
I thought we were invincible, together.
But we crashed against stony hearts, and our boat was wrecked.
The black rocks tore us apart, and the storm tossed sea swept us far
from each other.
You found a haven with another,
And I was swept upon a barren shore, solitary and starving,
To spend the rest of my days waiting for rescue.
Waiting for shelter from the storm.
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