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hunting in the woods you found me there

sparked me with your arrow and snatched me to your lair

carried me to your forested dreams and built a hearth of fire

19 fairies danced around, their painted bodies, naked bare

they called us to join our hands and dance below moon’s tower

i dance here still after all these years

i count 19 our giant love endures

and in the twilight of spring and sun

i feel blessed by the rainbow we have spun

and on april fools i remember quick the day i spent when i let you kidnap me

to paint a forest magic with eyes for clouds and smiles upon the leaves

so today i mix the color of laughing fairie tears

and paint a puck’s poem for her king:

happy anniversary, my love, my hero of nineteen years.

fairy

 

 

 

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I wrote this about 20 years ago when I met my husband, Daniel. It was recently included in the San Mateo Poet Laureate’s Poetry IS campaign for February…Happy Valentine’s Day!

 

i haven’t been in this room for awhile
it is empty, vacant
a place where loved used to be
the window has been closed tight
no shine allowed in
i blow off dust from the mantel
i hear the echo of my footsteps on the wood floor
a floor where i stepped with love many times, but that was before.
the walls have been bare, it seems a long time.
i sit in my room where i’ve been afraid to visit
but now i’ve met you
dare i open the window
to let your shine light my room?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
there’s a slight breeze, barely brushes my skin
it’s you slipping through
the window, opened just a crack.

I Broke My Heart in San Francisco, Courtesy of William Solis

I Broke My Heart in San Francisco, Courtesy of William Solis

for my daniel

 

can i just fall into your ocean, my love?

wrap your water arms around me

let the currents be still

not carry us away?

let us be here

in our underworld happiness

make time stop and not let the storms push their way in

stay in this pocket of warm-water-light to savor

the taste of having

of loving and making…

will your strong arms banish the pirates

who mean to steal away what is left of our sweet supper

take away in pieces what a lifetime took to sew?

let them pass over us in their mean ships

find another shore

let us be invisible to the fisherman’s hook

leave us here to sway

and dream starfish color

look for seashell poems

sing love fish songs together

forever, as big as the sea

safe in the refuge of your ocean arms

Art by artist and musician, Dolly Rappaport see her page at https://www.facebook.com/Dahliarappaport

Art by artist and musician, Dolly Rappaport
see her page at https://www.facebook.com/Dahliarappaport

next time i open you
his tooth brush will be gone
toiletry bag
just mine

he will be left behind, his toothbrush at home in the wood cabinet
nothing of his crushed in my suitcase
against my swimsuit or folded into the spines of my hair brush
entwined with pairs of panties
or wadded t-shirts

on my own trip
my own belongings
with nothing of his
except me

Art courtesy of Carmen Leon

Art courtesy of Carmen Leon

my passion flower is wilting

home, home where the embers die down

my passion flower is thirsty

down, down where the fountain is dry

how will i file this away
lose this piece
tie new shoes of fresh lace
grow a new head
body to bed

passion flower wilting
embers still burn
my passion
my fountain
where my flower is wilting

Dahlia by Sarah Curtiss
see more of Sarah’s work at http://www.graceartgroup.com

Daniel and I were married 18 years ago today. Below are a couple of love poems I found in the archives to say Happy Anniversary to my Beloved.

May 1995 from me to him
i haven’t been in this room for awhile
it is empty, vacant
a place where loved used to be
the window has been closed tight
no shine allowed in
I blow off dust from the mantel
I hear the echo of my footsteps on the wood floor
a floor where i walked with love many times, but that was before.
the walls have been bare, it seems a long time.
i sit in my room where i’ve been afraid to visit
but now i’ve met you
dare i open the window
to share your shine in my room?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
there’s a slight breeze, barely brushes my skin
it’s you slipping through
from the window, opened just a crack.

from him to me, April 2007
she is my precious sweet filling
in a world going bad
she can find the sweetest nectar
from the most bitter fruit
she embraces the love that no one can feel
she is the scented envelope for me to store my pungent thoughts, feelings, doubts
she is the one i love
to share my dreams with
the bitter ones
the sweet ones
she is the woman i love

Maurine & Daniel on their wedding day, April 1, 1996

Maurine & Daniel on their wedding day, April 1, 1996

a couple of love poems discovered going through an overstuffed drawer…

(from him to her)

and i will take you away my warm lovely puck

gently with my talons

i will lift you from the burdensome life on the ground

and take you to a place where only your eyes are filled with the colors of joy and laughter

where the sounds are only the ones of spiritual enchantment

that will caress the infinite canals of your wanton ears

where the smells and tastes are the nectar from every goddess’  breast.

our destiny changed only by one decision.

the angle
of my
soft
feather wings…

by Daniel Swetlik, 1996

(from her to him)

i love your tenderness
inside
i love that you see colors
light and shade, when i don’t
…that you make art with words

i love your artfulness
inside
that you can pick up and make music
sings my heart
awakens my spirit

you are my renaissance man
inside me
you are there

by Maurine Killough, 1996

All You Need is Love by artist, musician and songwriter, Dolly Rappaport

All You Need is Love by artist, musician and songwriter, Dolly Rappaport

was when were high school
eyes still budding to open
feeling our way
precarious beginnings
universe green and bright in a town
too small and steely

he lived around the corner
played me records
and talked funny

my living room couch, late summer night
his sillouette
peter frampton hair
framed above me
his hard body, soft lips
waves like First Love unfolding

but father footsteps approach
so we unpeel joined skin quick-like
flash scene change, re-pose bodies
hide flushed cheeks rush heat
interrupts sweet fingers laced

so i walks you home so you could walks me back and you again
to stretch our goodbye like rock lizard heat
was alone except for spying crickets
on our midnight street still hot from the day

our chests beat a goodnight whisper
your shadow was to fade in wet texan air

was start of school year what drove me away
left you in night mist that stole you gone
cut short the wonder, the magic

and now my memory
stuck
with One honey taste
of our lost, soft
summer dream

Black is the New Red, courtesy of Boris Koodrin see his website at: http://boriskoodrin.com/index.html

Black is the New Red, courtesy of Boris Koodrin
see his website at: http://boriskoodrin.com/index.html

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