Monday, November 14, 2011

For Scorpio

When love makes me desperate--
When I need you to be
As close to me
As each creature is to its heart beat,

I go down through the grasses and the trees
To a place that exists in the world
Simply because you do, my girl.

You know that I am a gypsy,
Though I stay like a book upon a shelf;
That's as may be,
But if I keep to myself it is only so that I
May write you these poems
My maddening darling, my sweet.

In this hidden place, I have but one thing to wear--
My summer robe which hangs faithfully there,
Made from strawberry silk and white;
I have a porch that I may pace
As I watch for you, your face,
And I am always constant, in the noon or in the night.

I have a silver bucket, to draw water,
And two French doors, always parted
To welcome and invite my beloved only guest;
Within is my bed, no table, no chair,
Where I wait for my favorite, the one I care
For fiercely and softly, desperately and best.
_______

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19 comments:

Mama Zen said...

This is so elegant, so exquisitely written. Wow.

Shawna said...

Oh how I love this line:
"Made from strawberry silk and white"

And the last:
"For fiercely and softly, desperately and best"

I just wrote a gypsy poem too. :)

You are my kindred, sweet spirit child.

darkangelwrites said...

A tender write Shay. So, you are a gypsy bound in leather who parks her wagon on the shelf. Did I get that right?

Kerry O'Connor said...

I can't tell you how much I want a room of my own just like that one: invitation only.

hedgewitch said...

I love it when you rhyme, and when your feral side puts on lipstick. Tender love poem with soft and embracing imagery.

Shawna said...

I agree with Kerry. :)

Marion said...

What a beautiful poem, Shay. The first time I read your poetry I knew you had a gypsy free spirit. Love this line: "You know that I am a gypsy, though I stay like a book upon a shelf..." Me, too. I roam the earth in my books & poetry, if not my body. My spirit is free. xo

Lolamouse said...

What a beautiful love poem! I love the idea of a stationary gypsy! She roams in her mind and in her writing.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Your love poems are so tender......just beautiful, Shay.

Carrie Burtt said...

I think every woman wants to be wanted and loved that way....you capture love and passion like no other Shay....awesome writing as always!!!

Scarlet said...

A passionate gypsy...I LOVE it!

Sara said...

Your words make me sigh in this poem. I love the rhyme in this one; it's subtle.

My favorite lines were these
"As close to me
As each creature is to its heart beat,"

That such a beautiful way to express love.

Kay L. Davies said...

"To a place that exists in the world simply because you do" —
this a wondrous love poem, faithfully written to the picture as well as to the loved one.

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

Heaven said...

Passionate, tender, yet full of love offerings ~

Lovely as always Shay ~

HermanTurnip said...

Looks like Shawna and I share a love for this line:

"Made from strawberry silk and white"

Such a simple ensemble of words, but artfully put together.

myheartslovesongs said...

oh, to be cared for like that! your love poems are always stunning, but i agree... this is exquisite!

{did you know i'm a Scorpio, too?}
{{giggle}}

Helen said...

#1 - YES! So glad I went back to read all seven .... glad you accepted the award.

Rene Foran said...

the sweet cry of love and desperation in this
so perfect.

Honest and unfiltered.

Lydia said...

Oh, yes. Absolutely, this is the Most Beautiful Post.
Has to be one of the all-time dearest love poems. Just beautiful.