I don’t need to be with you to love you. It just complicated things, that wash of everyday life. For some it is the place that adds richness But for us it wasn’t. We never really rubbed well in that …
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The Four Chambers of The Heart ~ Part 1.
I fell from a hole in my heart And you caught me. A wounded woman, perhaps even broken. You were right where I needed you to be, Under the sky as I came plummeting down. You pulled me so …
The Poet
“A poem has secrets that the poet knows nothing of.” —Stanley Kunitz
Pocket of Love
There is a pocket of love in the air above an open flower. It reaches out with invisible fingers and draws us in. The kiss is so soft, so tender it is experienced only as the heady scent of its …
Can you feel me?
Under the leaves that have freshly fallen, under the browned, softer ones and under the mulch and humus debris beneath them, lies my soul. Chest to chest with the earth. It’s the press of a lover. Of longing. Of anguish …
S L Heart
‘I own an unsettling, thunderous heart.’ What a great line!!
Freedom’s paradox
Freedom is baffled, perhaps even tortured by love. Its romantic heart once awoken is forever caught and forever yearning. It either falls for temptation, gives up its nature and stays; Or denies the hold of love and its heart, and flies …
The heart wants what it wants
It doesn’t matter how wise your decisions are. The heart wants what it wants. It wants in ways we can spend a lifetime trying to work out. It’s a beast with a gentle heart and a flower with razor …
Heart Eaters
Flowers eat don’t they? I have seen their teeth…briefly. That’s the sign of a carnivore, isn’t it? I mean do herbivores have sharp teeth? Flowers don’t eat just anything, they are like the warriors way back when who ate the …
You
It’s true, I covet the silence between us. It’s the brine that keeps my memories whole. I have lived a thousand lives this way, All of them with you. © Elsa Holland
The Bound Heart
He was held together by the most fragile of threads, the rituals of his life, of his passion and his mind. She was as shinny and bright as a paring knife. The Bound Heart