Thinner Ground

Teasing terrors fray the broken Heart of my promised dreams The difference of a fantasy Between bitter reality it seems Safety cannot be found in others Imperfect unaware expectations Love cannot be wished for Either freely given or push it away Gasping on thin air Trembling uneven thinner ground Quaking passionate hopes Dashed to shards…

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

Sleeping Beauty

“Does she not exist in all women? Who blossom into beauty… Awakened with love’s first kiss?” I feel as if I am stripped Bare of leaves and fragrance Dormant against winter’s passage Yearning for spring To arrive to my heart For me to blossom Again from a true love kiss C. Lin Rawlins 9-26-99©   …

My Angel of the Night

My angel of the night On swift wings come for me Are you dressed with the form of man? Here to bleed my soul into eternity? Or with feathered wings of white? My angel of the night Come swiftly then on your wings Take me into your arms Feel how my heart beats and sings…

Someone

I want someone to hold me
I want someone to tease me
Let me laugh and smile again

Remains

Embers here remainPassion’s flameCharred and scarredBetrayal of lustSeduction’s gameLove no chanceForbidden fruits givenSpoiled and rottenDriven into the dustIniquities denTattered bits of laceThe lover’s couchScattered and tornClothing ripped Adulterer’s touchThere lies the bodyNaked is the tartBroken and bentDeath of angelCause a broken heartC. Lin Rawlins November 6 1999©

I seek

Years ago I met a kindred soulMy heart fell without consent of my headFor a lover in a marriage bedHe offered compassion in a world I had noneHe offered laughter in a world I was shunnedWe talked of interests in each otherOf heartaches of the pastDesire’s for future’s we castHe offered friendship to my lonely…

Greek Tragedy

Brothers Grimm indeed
Readers under lamplight
Glasses perched

A Woman of the Dust

A woman of the dust
Half clothed thrown at his feet
Where forced by her mate
Abused and sent to another’s bed

Interesting

Tugging at my subconscious
Doubt trying to ignore
The longing breaking through
To me simply a door

Dalliance

A dalliance perhaps with our subconscious
Desire to put into words the unspoken