Love Poems
Canadian Poet Karen Godson
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Picture This!
Never Again
When the glance becomes a stare;
When the smell of your skin sends me
Spiraling through time immeasurable;
When the mention of you causes my blood
To surge like a crashing river,
Bursting its banks,
It is then that I know my meeting you
Has caused a ripple in the stillness
Of my existence,
And that I will never again
See the world
Through the same eyes.
The Keep
Untouchable fortress
stoic and steadfast
rising hard and cold
from the soft, plush mound
beneath you;
you remain so guarded,
not realizing
that the safety you seek
is found not in your armour
but in my arms.
Pressed Flower
I pressed a flower to my lips
and closed my eyes;
imagined your mouth
caressing mine;
inhaled the fragrance,
made a mental note
that you smell better
than any rose
that ever tickled my nose,
or rosehips
that ever graced these lips.
You feel better than any velvet petal
on satin skin.
You taste better
than the sweetest honey
there has ever been.
And your name in my ears
sounds better than
the birds at sunrise,
as dark disappears.
When I pressed this flower
to my mouth,
I thought I'd like
to guide it South,
to come to rest
on mounds moist with dew,
and imagined its gentle
caresses were you.
and closed my eyes;
imagined your mouth
caressing mine;
inhaled the fragrance,
made a mental note
that you smell better
than any rose
that ever tickled my nose,
or rosehips
that ever graced these lips.
You feel better than any velvet petal
on satin skin.
You taste better
than the sweetest honey
there has ever been.
And your name in my ears
sounds better than
the birds at sunrise,
as dark disappears.
When I pressed this flower
to my mouth,
I thought I'd like
to guide it South,
to come to rest
on mounds moist with dew,
and imagined its gentle
caresses were you.
Wasted
When you come to me so softly,
gliding across the floor,
weightless,
my heart explodes
with the fullness of Love
I hold for you.
My throat tightens
as I hold back
the tears that come
from my fear of one day
waking up without you.
My hand reaches for you,
pulling you close,
faster, so you get here sooner.
I can't let one
second go by,
wasted,
because I didn't touch you.
gliding across the floor,
weightless,
my heart explodes
with the fullness of Love
I hold for you.
My throat tightens
as I hold back
the tears that come
from my fear of one day
waking up without you.
My hand reaches for you,
pulling you close,
faster, so you get here sooner.
I can't let one
second go by,
wasted,
because I didn't touch you.
Be Still
If you were mine,
if you were mine I'd climb a ladder
and light every star
with the fire in my heart.
If you were mine,
yes, if you were mine I'd sail across the sea
and bring you back the rarest of flowers
from the farthest shore.
If you were mine,
no, when you are mine I will taste only sweetness on your lips,
and hear only music from your heart.
You will last in my mind
as an etching in stone,
untouched by life's weathering storms.
We will grow old,
we will be still and quiet,
but we will be together.
if you were mine I'd climb a ladder
and light every star
with the fire in my heart.
If you were mine,
yes, if you were mine I'd sail across the sea
and bring you back the rarest of flowers
from the farthest shore.
If you were mine,
no, when you are mine I will taste only sweetness on your lips,
and hear only music from your heart.
You will last in my mind
as an etching in stone,
untouched by life's weathering storms.
We will grow old,
we will be still and quiet,
but we will be together.
