Mine, a single word holds me still, my mind frozen
Whispered in the dark, against my sleeping back
In the dawns pink light out loud, shattering my morning
My mind holds it, whispers it back to me when you are not here, Yours
Mine, a phantom arm around my back, lips against my ear a whisper
Dancing to a rhythm only partly of music’s making
Body molded as if it knows your contours and fit before
Dared to agree, even my skin responds without need for more, Yours
Mine, spun from honey and silk across a fearful heart
Secret words and questions, challenge shadowed corners
You are the first I tell you, gifting you my secrets and my doubts
You are the only one I see in the corner of my eye, my heart wide open, Yours
Mine, you are King Shahryar to my Sherehezade as I spin tales for your amusement
Stories laid at your feet, laying bare my soul as a place of delight
Each tale told to free us both or bind us more closely together
Hints of velvet and gold lay lightly on my neck a promise, Yours
Mine, unbound until you knock on the door, ask me again
Fantasy and reality entangled, my spirits wings beating with your heartbeat
Silk bonds float down to lay across wrists offered in trust to you, bound to you
I have loved you before as you knot the red silk and draw me toward you, Yours
Valentine Logar
29-May-2014
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As the last one did, this leaves me breathless. I wonder if that binding isn’t about complete trust, freely given. He didn’t need to bind her to him, she bound herself, given everything without restraint.
In one Tess, in one. That is it exactly, absolute trust. Something so few of us find ever.
Sigh. Something I have never experienced is absolute trust.
I don’t think very many of us ever do. It is the element missing that allows any of us to give completely or open completely to another person isn’t it.
Double sigh.
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Val, your poetry is really good! This was lovely. I especially liked, “Silk bonds float down to lay across wrists offered in trust to you, bound to you, I have loved you before as you knot the red silk and draw me toward you.” There is something very mysterious and foreboding about this line. She’s offering her wrists to be bound and drawn closer to him, but his knotting of the red silk suggests to me that her freedom is being hindered (plus her admittance that she has loved him before). I feel a little uneasy for her future . . .
Perhaps my friend that binding will free her. That offering is her true self and an offer of love.
I am guessing we will see more of this.
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The imagery flows here between two people in a sweetness that seemed to take me away from my day… Really am enjoying your poetry, Val.
From you Christy, that is a huge compliment. Thank you!
Val this is an exquisite poem that ripples deliciously with your well chosen words that dance in the imagination..
Wonderfully scripted my friend 🙂 xxx
Thank you Sue. Inspiration of the heart and soul seem to be released these days. I am finding myself less bound by past conventions. I am feeling set free.
I am so grateful to everyone who is reading and giving me such positive feedback on my poetry, I have kept it a secret side of me for so long.
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Well I am so pleased you are sharing your other side Val xox 🙂
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You seem to be feeling very inspired, Val!
Indeed, inspiration seems to flow.
Good job of reaching into our heart. As I’ve said before, you are good with poetry. Well done!
Thank you Frank. I am so grateful to everyone to all who are reading and commenting such positive feedback.
Val, I love this line:
“Mine, spun from honey and silk across a fearful heart”
So beautiful and evocative of the sensual you. Awakens the senses with the smell and taste of honey, the feel of silk all at once. Nice.
Monica
I begin to remember who I once was, who I might have been. It is an awakening of sorts. I read journals, I write again. I scratch old parts of my brain and think, huh that was me then.
Thank you Monica, truly. I never thought to share my poetry and I am feeling blessed that that people like it.
Beautiful, the way you weaved in the One Thousand and One Nights in your metaphor filled lines. A lovely read, Val – is there another night’s story coming up 🙂
I don’t know, perhaps Eric. This one, it was simply in the front of my heart.
Your words and emotions are very moving. Wonderful work.
Thank you Barbara. I appreciate your kind words.
Val
You have such a talent in the use of words. Beautiful!
Thank you Ian.
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Shall I take that as a compliment?
Yours, Also. All of us who are and will always be here for you 🙂
Ah Andy, you are sweet and kind. Thank you