Poetry = Dreamers Kiss 2005

My lips are moist with 
the lucious anticipation of 
your breath against them 
the taste of desire awaits 


in a dream i call to them 
reaching out to touch yours 
with fingertips light as a breeze 
soft caress against your warm sigh 


to sing a song with mine 
a song my heart keeps writing 
words into the air are alive 
your soul sings this song with me. 


i want to hear the words 
your lips sing along with mine 
together as our eyes meet in time 
opening doors that seal our tomorrows 


painted and perfect waiting in the garden 
catching the smile that melts the cold 
never wanting it to be and yet i know 
if it doesn't, my life is incomplete. 


you woke me in the morning of the night 
whispering in my ear from so far away. 
taking my dreams to you and setting fire 
to the desires we both deny to be real. 


let us be for now, let us be forever 
let us be us for ourselves and smile 
our lips so close our breath is stilled 
waiting for the perfect moment to sing. 


a song our dreamers kiss unites 
our lives bound in wisdom beyond our souls 
how do we catch our words or speak them 
tell me my sweet soul. i rely on your vision 


unspoken and true. alive and real 
waiting to see what your eyes tell me 
how mine respond to them alike 
how mine respond in kind. in kind... 


its a dreamers kiss that stands here 
a kiss responding outside boundaries 
making itself alive in my blood. 
it will not die until passed between us.

Anatomy of Love

Today in my car on the 15 min vigil, my ONLY alone time anymore, I was thinking about what it is to love. What is love. One of the times I have felt love is in watching someone you love in the process of being. Watching someone as they discover something new. That look of wonder. The look on their face as they describe their passions. What they do to reveal those in physical ways. Expressing their knowledge of themselves.

The Look of Love

You turned your head
looking up from your work
Observance stance no agenda
Appreciating your hands

Your eyes were full
expressing your aptitude
passion had tinted them
a deeper shade of blue

I reached to touch
the skin that contains
a soul in motion state
feeling the energy

wanting to crawl inside
become a part of process
the mind that brings the
inside out cool smooth

You looked at me
in a lust full gaze
and we fell into it
the moment a tidal wave

how that moment changed
from its pure process to
pure enjoyment going beyond
a physical connection manifested

come love and lay
be your self inside
with me beside you
lets manifest a union

by Melanie M. © 03-2008

Buddha Board & a Published Father

Who knew, I always needed a buddha board. With a stroke of water, and a minute of time you can create a unique piece of art. And then as it dries, it disappears. Waiting for the next stroke of the brush, calling forth your inner peace.

I don't care if you are an artist or not. This little piece of heaven should sit on everyones desk.

its ZEN-TASTIC!!! peace.

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and on the opposite side of things, Father Luke has published a small book of his piquant poetry. I am assuming that the battery is not included. :giggles:

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