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Archive for October 11th, 2006

Erect, upright, tall, proud he stands;
A mighty oak, this man, this forest king.
Men fall away, unbid, allow his passage
Lofty, haughty, his uber power supreme

Fragile, delicate, gentle she sways;
A simple bloom, this girl, this forest nymph.
Buffeted, crushed, pushed this way, that;
Yielding, soft, a fragrant flower in awe of him

Deep, brown pools like his seed, the acorn’s hue,
Beckon her gaze. In swirling whirlpools she drowns;
Beneath sweet sepal lashes, emerald and amber flash,
Dazzling him, her wide-eyed innocence abounds

With stealth and strength he towers over
This tiny creature, who, with one blow, her stem,
Could snap in two beneath his might, but,
His arm, his bough protects her from other men

With words unspoken, he scoops her up,
His sinewy hands are like twigs entwined
Around her petal soft fingers resting against his trunk.
The forest offers soft leaves for a bed, supine

Hungry for the meal of her sweetest nectar,
Her scented rosebud lips part, her tongue they sweep,
Reaching into the depths of his mouth, she tastes
The flavour of wood, of musk, his masculinity

A mighty oak, this man, solid deep strong roots,
Envelops, protects his blossom from pending disaster.
This floral fragrant bloom gives herself willingly
To the safety and shelter of the forest’s master

copyright 2006 ann raven

I Miss Him

Posted on: 11 October 2006

Sleep eludes me
Whisper his name
What to do
Need to think
Drown my sorrows in a drink
Gauloise lit
Savour him
On my lips
Spray body
His cologne
Taste him
On my skin
Legs entwine around his pillow
Smell of him
Lingers deep
His hand
Do seek
Pace and wait
Moon down
Sun up
Dreams gone
Cold light of day
Dogs bay
Breath on my neck
Hand on my breast
Passion pressed
Against me
Melt beneath his touch
“Did you miss me?
Show me how much”

copyright 2006 ann raven


Posted on: 11 October 2006

How long life, how long will we
Be granted to fulfil our destiny
In the vastness of the universe
Fleeting moments on earth are we
To leave our mark, make good our name
To leave cherished memories of what we became
Given freewill to make a difference
To shine like a star in its brilliance
So much to learn
So little time on our sojourn
Soon celestial angels take our hand
For the world to come, our Promised Land
Praying we leave behind a binding legacy of love
As we cross over to the heavens above

copyright 2006 ann raven

the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

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all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

October 2006