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Your light

 

There is

no golden sunlight

no silver moonlight

no glittering starlight

no following spotlight

no revealing headlight

no flickering strobe light

no intense searchlight

no romantic candlelight

more illuminating

more compelling

more beautiful

than your light.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This is the third outing for this post. Sometimes such a light shines.

Photograph by Jeremy Shane

 
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Posted by on May 17, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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Anywhere

 

If it had been a bar

A softly lit quiet city haven where a sad piano player shapes and ripples the minor chords of half-remembered songs for lovers and strangers.

Or a party.

A loud, crowded, noisy gathering where laughter and conversation and alcohol and coke tempt bodies to sway and dance and forget tomorrow.

Or on a busy street.

A rush and dawdle of business people and tourists, shoppers and beggars, hawkers and sellers where the traffic ebbs and flows, pauses and surges like a sea.

Or in a thousand and one other places.

An office, a restaurant, a ball game, a concert, a carnival, a temple, Or a wide open space where the wind blows and the birds are thrown from sky to sky.

If it had been anywhere instead of this strangely connected. disconnected, familiar, unfamiliar world of swirling, teeming, edgy cyberspace.

I would still have found you

and wanted you

so badly.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

Written about four years ago. I like it, so I hope you don’t mind another posting.

 
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Posted by on May 14, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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Trust

 

I would take

the poison apple

knowingly

from your lips

into my own mouth

and trust in you

to kiss me awake

in a hundred years.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this three years ago. It was based on one of my own tweets. I rather like it, so have posted again.

Art by Evelina Ladzinska

 
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Posted by on April 30, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Attraction is a mystery

 

Attraction is a mystery

What is it that captures, captivates and compels?

What is it that draws us, like iron to magnet, bee to honey, moth to light? What is it that makes us warm to another, need to make contact, need to be in their presence, or simply make us catch our breath when they come close?

Is it in their eyes, or their mouth? Is it the arc of their smile? Is it in their height, their weight, their curves and lines? Is it in the colour of their skin or their hair? Is it in their laughter, or their voice, or their words, or the intelligent mind within?

Is it in their honesty, their truth, their empathy, their kindness, their compassion, their hope?

Is it in their movement, their balance, the way their body moves when they walk? Is it in the clothes they wear?

Is it in what they do, what they like, what they believe?

Is it in their beauty, and the beauty they see around them?

Is it in how good they make us feel?

Is it something we instantly see deep in their soul, something we recognise and know? Something that touches our own?

Is it that we sense they will complete us?

 

Attraction is a mystery.

Even after all these years I cannot explain it.

But I do know

I am deeply attracted to you

by all of the above.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a couple of years ago. I still don’t know the answer, and probably never will. But I do know what attracts me …

Art by Hamish Blakely

 
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Posted by on March 29, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Whirlwind

 

Even the softest

sweetest

tenderest kiss

launched

from your fingers

with the faintest

gentlest breath

endless miles away

is a caress

upon my skin

and a whirlwind

in my soul.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by C.S. McNeil

 

 
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Posted by on February 20, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Candle burning

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A match flares.

A hiss. A spark.

A candle flickers

The darkness is softened

I cup the light in my hands. The flame is like a tiny dancer. She bends and quivers in the cold wind. She twists and shivers and stoops low. She recoils from the snow. She flinches from the storm. She almost dies as the demons of the night blow hard and cruel. Without mercy.

Yet I protect her, defend her, nurture her, shield her.

I guard her, shelter her, screen her, secure her.

I hold her close to my chest, near to my heart. I whisper my own private prayers to her. I carry her home. I find her a safe haven away from harm.

I place her in the window so you can see her dancing.

A candle is burning.

She is burning for you.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

From four years ago. But there is sometimes a candle burning.

Art originally © Ameyama

 
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Posted by on February 19, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Kiss

 

If you felt

the faintest touch

upon your cheek

a movement

of the air

the brush

of a butterfly wing

the gentlest breath

of a whisper

then it was only

a kiss

I sent you

on the breeze

all the way

from here.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on January 28, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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