Solitude

 

Walking today

beneath bold blue

winter skies,

golden light,

rolling fields

hedges and trees

sheep and cows

horses and alpacas

rabbits and squirrels

and countless birds

oh, and a fox

but not a single

human soul.

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.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this exactly a year ago. Yet it seems to have come from another world, another time. A pre-Covid world when solitude was a luxury, not a necessity. And a time in my life when I felt a little less mortal. Not only that, but today is as dark and dreary, wet and miserable as any winter’s day can be. So I post this to remind myself there was, there is, and there will be, sunshine.

Art was taken from the internet, source unknown. If this is yours please advise and I will credit the work as yours, or remove.

 

Name

 

Before I knew you

your name

was just

another name.

 

Now

when I see it

or hear it

or read it

or write it

I cannot help

but catch

my breath.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

Unblind me

 

A dark, dense

unforgiving night

is stalking

this ancient house.

 

Its blackness

has seeped through

the leaded windows

invaded the room

stolen the light

and touched my eyes.

 

Only your beauty

can unblind me.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new – I have posted this before – but only your beauty can unblind me.

I found this charming photograph on the internet, but have been unable to locate its creator with any certainty. If it belongs to you, please let me know and I will either credit you, or remove it.

 

Inch by Inch

 

I am the poetic cartographer

of your sacred body.

I will discover you

and map you,

explore you

and draw you,

observe you

and describe you,

chart you

and render you

inch by perfect inch.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Posted originally four years ago. But I like it because it is what I do.

Art by Javier Arizabalo

 

And then

 

I thought

I had become

immune to beauty

indifferent to sexy

unmoved by submission

unstirred by intelligence

unexcited by control

untouched by desire

unaffected by dance

and then

there was you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a few years ago – and then there was you.

Art by Peter Worswick

 

That secret

 

That secret.

 

That wild

dark, erotic

sexual fantasy.

 

The one you conceal

from everyone.

The one you hide

from yourself.

 

That secret.

 

That secret

is what attracts me

like a magnet

compels me

like a drug

draws me

moth to flame

makes me yearn

for you

to release it

just for me.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago. I like it, so another airing.

Art by William Oxer

 

 

Friendly ghosts

 

I like to think

the many ghosts

that share these

four hundred year old

ironstone walls

and shelter beneath

this grey slate roof

smile indulgently

at my romantic words

and my dark

dominant ways.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago. The ghosts are still friendly.

Photograph found on the internet, source unknown. If this is yours please let me know and I will remove or give credit.

 

Hard

 

I listen

hard

for a murmur of you

for a rumour of you

for a whisper of you

for the sound of you.

 

I wait

hard

for a trace of you

for a glimpse of you

for a sight of you

for the shape of you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Casey Baugh

 

 

Ink

 

I have a beautiful

elegant

Mont Blanc

fountain pen.

.

I imagine

writing my name

on your exquisite

perfect skin.

 

In dark

Midnight Blue

ink.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new. But sometimes there is perfect skin.

Art by Ovi Hondru

 

Easy with Autumn

 

Another day

sprawling lazy

blue and gold.

 

Impish wind

making mischief

with fallen leaves.

 

I am easy

with this silent

Autumn

all my words

carry me

to you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written last Autumn. True this Autumn.

Art by Daniel Gerhartz