Kailashana

Mar 02, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

in our series of love poems, this one is untitled

The night opens
her cavernous eyes
swallows me whole.

I whisper 'I love you'
your heart lying next to me
five hundred miles away
you turn to me with sunlight
in your eyes, say 'this is our
sacred space'.

I lick my lips and taste your kiss.
You embrace me with heron's wings.
I, the last red veil slipping off your shoulders,
you are my skin.

We are ángeles vengadores,
lay waste to the gods of separation.

Adam and Eve have never been wiser.

— Kailashana, Mar 02, 2010

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Candlewitch

16 years 3 months ago

Dear Anna

Now this is a love poem that I can wrap my head around! Always, Cat

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

Thanks for reading Cat.

Thanks for reading Cat. Hope it's without a headache. ~A "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti

raskin

16 years 3 months ago

This is interesting, eh?

This is interesting, eh? I'll have to come back to it. I want to think about it and re read it. I like the avenging angels, adam and eve references. raskin

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

We commune on many more

We *commune* on many more levels than we are aware. Some of us can enter a zone that is spaceless, timeless. ~A "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti

seabhac

16 years 3 months ago

I’m curious about the

I'm curious about the Herons wings...care to share the meaning of the shriek and flap of such a feathered creature? Lovely poem and gives me a great big AH ( said with a sigh )before I head off to my dream world to dream perhaps of Hawks and Herons. Seabhac

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

I had incredible lucid

I had incredible lucid dreams of a Heron... and always manage to see one flying by. Do you know the odds of just happening to look up when one is overhead? I've written a ton of poetry on herons. My first lucid dream was fucking unbelievable... an experience of sound, touch, sight, smell, feeling, hearing... So you already knew (dreams of Hawks and Herons).... a dream world that somehow becomes real. ~A "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti

seabhac

16 years 3 months ago

What we believe in

Is what is real. Strangly I have always looked down on the flying heron in my walks and dreams but does that supprise you being hawk...ha ha thanks for sharing that thought and dream Seabhac

Seren

16 years 3 months ago

My dreams are not for the

My dreams are not for the page at the moment lol weird and unsettled ... but this is a love poem and I love the reference to Adam and eve ... but the first two lines something bothered me about it will think on it and come back to this one when it hits me ... love you ma Jayne-Chloe x x x

Orphani

16 years 3 months ago

to this the lights most

to this the lights most ungloried miss that she my love with a rising kiss makes sweeter light then glorious day and in the night I find my way by such distant stars her eyes have shone that call this weariest traveler home to my beloved B

buggles

16 years 3 months ago

very good

There is nothing more wonderful than a creator looking down on his work and receiving the accolade they deserve . love it , so I thank you for the wonderful read...Eddy

Millage

16 years 3 months ago

Annabubs....

....This is very, very romantic indeed. I really liked this one sweet. Much love Millage x