Her body tilts back into him
opening her breast to the universe
She reveals an open heart
in order to be close
She risks raw
to reveal what is true
If she falls will she be caught?
She leans back exposing her heart,
her breast to the world.
Vulnerable echoes across her soul
as she risks real
in order to grow
She dreams of true intimacy
but she knows that to be close
can be messy and not always polite.
Closeness urges her to be more,
to push the boundaries of fear
She imagines herself dance
as she eradicates limitation.
She wonders if she tells her story
will he be there
when she reveals the real in her.
Human kind cannot bare too much reality.
Oh it can bite, it can make her bleed.
If she shows her wounds will
he still breathe her in, drink her
essence and revel in her mystery
or will he walk away?
But purple passion is more then all passions
the highest of all it extends
beyond the earth into the heavens,
transcendent and beautiful it is
more then what we see.
Foibles and idiosyncrasies can
come out to play and
she does not need to suppress
them or hide behind a façade.
When she reveals more she wonders
closing her eyes and she
imagines him still there.
She hungers to tell her story
and still be seen and in
her dreams to be real.
What ever is written in her heart
finds a voice in time
and he will hear her.
The emotion of longing
strokes her soul and she feels
his arms holding her arms,
his cheeks pressed to her cheek,
his hot breath on her neck,
his masculine scent mixing,
with her feminine scent,
releasing the pulse of heart
and the reverie of fidelity.
She can feel her body open
as the more she reveals
And she delights that her
truth does not shred their closeness
Instead he loves her story
he holds her close to his heart
as her story unfolds
a tear scuds done his cheek.
She shares her life
of soul and her years.
He whispers in her ear
telling her to reveal more and more,
as their heart beats in time
he does not want her to shut down
her soul to social propriety
And with each truth he urges her
to be more and more of what she is.
He sees her, not just her sensuality and
beauty by her soul screaming to find voice
He knows her sensitivity that purrs,
her passion that integrates her reason,
and her heart that expands his universe.
He holds and contains her fragile courage
and she leans back, relaxes into his
strength and tenderness the true note of his love.
She is no longer afraid to be as fragile as she is
and no longer fears the echoes of her inner strength
With his strong arms around her,
She can breathe and be,
because purple passion is just like that,
where to be is finally enough!
By Anthea Slade 13-9-09
My poem Purple Passion was inspired directly from Reynaldo’s beautiful painting Purple Passion.
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