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[paperleaves]

toes stuck in hot dry sand,
my legs like scissors cutting through the beach,
running, sprinting, heaving across the shoreline,
searching for your image in the sunset and finding
only lost goggles adrift at sea.
I'll wait for you, my love,
if you will wait for me, til seashells fill our lungs and sunshine
burns our knees.
I remember the day you took me to that
tent next to the water, the salty wind blew strong,
the white walls billowed like sails, I remember
your face etched in glass in the mirror of my dreams,
I saw the light in you, and you the light in me.
poetry in our hearts and love in our soles
as we walked the shore with calloused souls
scraping the hurt and horror away, with boundless
admiration.
we made castles, where we ruled
hand in hand, side by side, and destroyed them
all the same. nothing is anything when you are everything.

I would like to meet you there, my muse,
other than in dreams. your faint dark silhouette across the moon's face
is enough to keep me in this cell, the dungeon that seals the secrets
of our love, awaiting your touch, your simple caress,
to break the shackles that imprison us so.

[Jerrybaldy]

you are on my favourite subject and beautiful, quite beautiful.

[Delta40]

Beautiful paperleaves. I love the imagery of the billowing tent silk.

[tailor STATELY]

Brilliant:
I remember
your face etched in glass in the mirror of my dreams

Another "beautiful" vote from me.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[hillwalker]

Not many on here can do justice to love poetry (whether to a loved one or to their muse).

You always come up trumps.

H

[PrinceMyshkin]

I love it, dear Paperleaves, you who live in and through poetry as poetry lives in and through you.

[Hawkman]

Hi Paper. Well, I'm really not qualified to judge love poems. Whenever I've tried to write one, the intended recipient has always found something to complain about and berates me with it, until the emotion which spawned the poem in the first place is totally dead :D

I like this though, and hope you have better luck with it than I ever did with such an offering! Live and be well - H

[Bar22do]

You breathe poetry, Kate, your genuine, self flowing feeling reaches universality. A great love poem.