Moon Blind

Think of her. She is woman -
the night or sea, a rainbow,
water under stars.
She is the magnetic pull
rooted in the moon,
luminous as a foreign sky.
She draws you closer
with every exhaled breath,
an opening or a lift to a world
that in this moment is ecstasy and blind.
At your feet her waters swell
and she rises to reclaim her lands,
her deserts and mountains, her sun.

 

©2012 Louise Hastings

Sensuality

Senses dance to a rhythmic beat,
mindless thoughts drink in ecstasy.
Our bodies hum to chemistry,
in sensual pleasures thrilling heat.


Your dark desire feels so sweet,
we plunge through depths down helplessly.
Senses dance to a rhythmic beat,
mindless thoughts drink in ecstasy.


In entwined limbs excitements meet;
 two souls writhing in empathy,
waves of seductive melody;
when morning comes we lie replete.
Senses dance to a rhythmic beat.




One Stop Poetry Monday Form – Rondels

The unconscious divide

Consciousness has a direct stare,
 fathomless depths in enlightened eyes.
Tongues made flesh to stroke my sighs,
murmured whispers on skin laid bare.
I built the dome for you in air,
slept deep on colours of your skies.
Consciousness has a direct stare,
 fathomless depths in enlightened eyes.
 Ghosts wail and weep at my despair,
souls long dead, stir to haunting cries.
Man lives life asleep, in sleep he dies,
bathed in tears and unaware.
Consciousness has a direct stare,
fathomless depths in enlightened eyes.
“Man lives his life in sleep, and in sleep he dies” ~ George Gurdjieff