Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (Love)

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Being with you

The world would be a sad place without you:

with you, is everything.

I love being with you.

I love the feel of your warm breath on my face

as we lay side by side.

I breathe in your essence 

as we embrace

and as I lay on your chest

feeling you rise and fall.

Skin on skin.

I am content,

full to the brim with the warmth of your love.

I am held, secure,

complete.

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Myself

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I see myself in a cerulean blue sea of balance 

with depths of ultramarine.

I am an island of content in cadmium yellow with fringes of frivolous lemon yellow

and hints of passionate alizarin crimson.

In orbit around me are my family, friends and loved ones

who are moons of solid ochre yellow love.

They hold me.

This is my tiny portion of the universe.

My world.

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The Colour of Balance

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I have found

the blue sea of balance and tranquility.

It rests inside of me.

I float through its silver mists of hope

and flip, flop my feet in its depths.

Bubbles of content come to the surface and pop!

I have found myself clothed in equilibrium 

and the colours suit me well.

Faith and love give me buoyancy and

I am held and nourished by your belief in me.

Serenity a...

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Kevin

Lover

your love takes my breath away.

I come up for air, and

your kisses breathe life,

and love, into my being.

You clinch me in your embrace:

your love takes my breath away,

smothers me with kisses,

until,

I come up for air, yet again.

Entangled, we cling to one another,

floating on a raft of love.

We are one,

joined,

as one,

always.

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It is a Gift...

It is a gift you have.

you envelop me in your arms

and I feel emotion flood through my body.

Sadness bubbles to the surface and is gone.

Loneliness too.

Its strangling grip loosens,

falls away.

It has no hold over me when you are near.

Instead, you fill me with light and hope

and my heart sings a melody of love and trust.

The weight of life becomes a blessing to treas...

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Reverie’s Garden

A garden for reflection.

In the twilight iridescent globes glow,

leading one down the path,

past mosaics to the summerhouse of contemplation.

The cherry tree remembers a loved one

as its confetti drifts downwards to the ground.

A camellia showers the soil with a carpet of blooms.

The magnolia flowers elegantly in a corner.

A pair of collared doves alight the bird feeder.

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Rainbows Of Hope

Rainbows of hope glitter,

slithers of silver that shimmer,

and promise many things.

Full of light they colour everything around them.

Hues of hope stain your face with beautiful shades.

Hands that caress glow with warm light,

and hearts quicken.

Palettes of hope paint a future that is filled with pleasure and laughter.

Rainbows of hope adorn the dawn sky.

Horizons widen ...

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Remembering

Echoes of emotions wash over me as I gaze and remember.

I laid,

Bewitched and writhing under covers

As angels rustled,

their dresses sweeping past my bed,

and gently approached to anoint my forehead with a kiss.

Their touch startled me from my sad reverie, and I breathed once more.

Deep, gasping breaths

That filled my lungs with hope.

Grief past,

The sadness subsided,

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Love

My gifts are paltry, but if I could, I would pluck a star from the inky blue sky,

gather the white gold silk of clouds,

bottle the sultry perfume of the flowers,

and build a monument to my love,

a tower of love.

Love for you, only you,

my love.

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The Waiting Room by Tindersticks

The fear of emptiness.

Drink to the future, not to forget the past.

I'm your second chance, last chance man.

Time is running out.

Don't let me suffer.

It's the caring that is killing me.

Don't make me fall.

We are planting holes.

We are planting holes in the waiting room.

We are dreamers.

Dont wake me.

We will only hurt each other,

the way only lovers can.

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A Gift of Love

Loneliness breeds sadness.

Like an illness it spreads,

takes hold,

takes ones breath away,

and,

grips ones heart,

tight

in a strangling knot

of grief.

An apparition of love

appears to soothe and comfort,

but as it evaporates and is gone,

a wave of emptiness takes it's place.

A look, a gesture, seems to offer love,

but it is only a memory,

fading fast.

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An old love that deepens

An old love that changes and deepens.

An old love that fits like a glove;

rather saggy and stretched, creased and worn but comfortable and strong:

always there, always caring, always true.

Laughter follows you around and fills the void in me.

Your love pours out and over flows into the cracks in my soul.

Your friendship is a safety net strung below me as I tip toe over life's roo...

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Agra's Jewel

Our hotel - a hermetically sealed bubble of glass,

concrete and polished floors,

is chilly and anonymous.

But as dawn blossoms quietly

we approach the Jewel of Agra.

A grieving husband remembers

with a monument to love:

the Taj Mahal.

It radiates a powerful aura of peace,

delicate and glowing

in the silver light.

Birds flit across the roof

and I stand, 

gazin...

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