word space

sometimes

   words need space

to breathe

    to savour each 

                         d e l i c i o u s
                                                       droplet

sometimes

  they come out 
        in-a-rush
                stumbling over 
                         themselves
                                   tripping over 
                                            each other 
                                                      in a hurry to be heard

in this space

         my words are free

                    to be themselves

to flow with my

                                 mood
                                     swings

                                                                                to
                                                                     disobey
                                                               the
                                                       laws
                                                  of
                                          physics
                                   and 
                             flow
                 backwards

                                           if they want to

or sit neatly
in a row
if it fits

Inspired by the Weekly Writing Challenge: Playing with Space

poets in love

words touched words
ere fingertips
reached across the kismet
darkness seen
exposed and loved
though eyes had not met yet

souls entwined
with letters scribed
on each tangled tendril
hearts embraced
as stanzas wrapped
pulses soothed and tranquil

now combined
both word and deed
love poems penned on skin
in our eyes
with lover’s gaze
the message plain within

ink flows through
these fated veins
stains our home with colour
you and I
for ever more
a poetic wonder

For those new to my story, this is auto-biographical – Bruce & I met online via our poetry blogs, fell in love by words, and now live together very happily

the last time

amid the bustle
and stress of day to day
            a pause
            a moment of reflection
                         affection
     for you
         the wonder
    that you are
  and as you rest
         you rest assured
    that you are held tight
       in my arms of words
          my ribbons of words 
             reaching all the way to you
          my tendrils of love letters
             tenderly touch your face
                  and stroke your wayward hair
knowing
   that this will be the last time
                     the final night
       there will be no more of these
    distant words in the dark
       the end of these sad yearnings
              for something more
and the joy swells within me
    the butterflies whisper softly
    and I count down the hours
        until I come to you
              and bring you
                       home