A Love Letter from Lani

She is Touched
Cold and lonely days end.
My mind and heart begin to see her.
Then my eyes and hands did grasp her.
It is not I whom touched her first for we are mature.
Some of the great souls who have shared their spark have departed.
Some are here.
I have seen them, I meet one today.
Love has touched her.
I wish to stay near so that I may touch her again.

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Enchanted – by Lani

I am yes, Enchanted.
By the Grace that flows from her fingers.
Enchanted yes, by the brisk clarity of the dark, winter night stars.
By the same summer evenings, they seem so close.
Enchanted yes, by the movement in the waters, her hands in the bath and the thunder and rainbows given by the grand lady Vernal Falls.
I am Enchanted by her hairs fine and long, like the grasses of the Meadow.
It is she, Enchanting, Heather by the Meadows, Ocean, Sky and Mountains.

Luster – by Lani

The luster comes during time.

Luster wasn’t my pursuit.

It was a gift of constant work.

I want my personality polished.

I think there is worth in it.

I went and looked for a woman who could make me better.

I found her.

She brought out the luster.

By Heather Mirassou

 

He tells me I am as precious as a gem
I am like a brilliant star in the sky
Shinning bright and full of life
That my soul shimmers
And that I am full of delight
I am his beloved
And his treasure
He is blessed beyond measure
This love enlightens my soul
And makes me feel whole
That I am a graceful lady
And he a strong man
We spend each day anew
And love each other as best we can
Making a future together
With a promise to love one another

A Love Letter From Lani

Her eyes are as the green gems I seek in the desert yellowed by the sun.
Her smile wide and majestic as the horizon from the mountain top I love so.
I have seen the insight she bares.
To love in full intensity past the risk of hurt .
So now I know my place, never to hurt her, show her harm or turn from her unconditional Love .

Declarative – Lani and Heather Mirassou

Our stuff is here and there

We haven’t a creature that comes to us both

We do have love and share meaningfulness of Life

My mind searching the heavens for gifts to bring you

My heart does not want to stand alone

I am here, you are no longer alone

The pain is gone

I feel alive with you

We are both special and rare

Like a falling star and a crescent moon

It is not often a couple becomes as close as we

For our love grows as we find ourselves and each other in this love

Together we live in harmony

Like a river and a waterfall flowing together meeting to make love

We are one in nature

Combined to find the edges of love

 

 

A Love Letter From Lani

I am a jewel that polishes itself for the only love found

I find good things

I found you

We are so close

Let us go into each other

And raise ourselves holding ourselves together

We will both heal

We have both hurt

We can both step past it

Into a future with great love

From Lani

 

Darling Heather, I want to write you love poetry
So I do
When I reach inside my self and wonder how I can love
There in the quiet moments the answer comes
Love her more she can handle it
Love her more she is worth it
Love her better and I have become better for the love shown her

Contributed by Lani

She calls for a poem
What is a greater gift given than
One on which is asked for
We ask for so little from our soul
The minds and bodies wanting’s
And needing’s mostly answered
The soul just the one thing asking
I rush to give her Love

 

Time – Heather Mirassou

We are like a pendulum that is counting the minutes until me meet again.

We are like sunbursts finding the sundial that tells us when we meet again.

Time is a thief to us.

Though our love is timeless.

The moment becomes our future.

We gather in tandem to be close again, ever widening our hearts in the center of love.

A Love Letter From Lani

Don’t stop saying

Let me close

Three words that do so much for us

My hands are open

My heart is waking

I love you timeless

All now

All future

I don’t go to God often

For you everything

I have to accept time moving along

I want time to stop

While we kiss

And breath the same air

I cherish the moment

Each hour in your arms

Brings new life to me

From the first hour

I’m pulling into love

I want you with me

You are magnificent

 

A Love Letter – Lani and Heather Mirassou

Tears are near

I want to cry on your chest

My skin would take your tears inside

I would keep them

Take them now

I have never known such love

I never knew it could exist

I give you a place to cry

But more

Because on me, your tears would just be going home

You see I love them from within

A Love Letter – From Lani

We must dance

Oh you know I love to dance

I press against you

Oh yes

To excite you

To make me strong

I hold you tight

Every muscle flexes

Gravity decreases

Your heart glows

I bend your hips

I hold you from both sides

We are in ecstasy

You have guided my hands

I have lifted you

We are in the same love

We don’t let go

I love you deeply

I want to feel all your weight

As proof you are real

Do this for me

Yes my love

I will remember

I will too

 

A Love Story – Lani and Heather Mirassou

We are glowing together

A smile that lasts day and night

Whether separate or apart

The heart crack is wide open

We are at the center

Exploring the edges of love

I am here

You are near

Love is grand with you

My grace

Your strength

Will carry us today and tomorrow

Love unfolding naturally

Acceptance draws us near

Unconditional love fulfills us

A love story is being written

Our future together is clear

Dedicated To My Lover Lani – Heather Mirassou

My heart and soul ache for you

My lips, swollen search for you

My eyes find yours and dive deep into the ocean of blue

Your neck, a wonderland, we are tangled

Your chest, beating like a drum, my dance floor

Your stomach, white and flat, my resting ground

Your legs, pillars of strength, they hold me like bricks

Your curvy toes, tickle me in my dreams

Your love, like to no other in this world, you set me free

A Love Letter – Lani

Please hold me

I ache to hold you

Press ourselves together

We will hear music

Just holding each other

Your breath is music to me

I want to hide away with you

Soon

I’ll listen to your heartbeats

I have been saving this special first for us

I wanted to love you more before I listened

The heart I love beating

I will listen with my ears and hands

You will be breathing deep

And we will be in love

I could do this today

I love you so

You will love me

I flutter some

I flutter too

We are the same

You kiss me gentle

I kiss you deeply

Dedicated To My Lover – Heather Mirassou

Let me lay my head on your shoulder

Lay me on a bed of roses

Kiss me

I’ll be wearing white

Sing me a love song

For I love you so

I don’t want anybody else but you

Love me and make me feel alive

Hold me close and tight

My heart falls wide open

Come to me and enter

Bring your magic touch

As I whisper your name

I will hold your soul

As we share dawn

I will not give up

I will be patient

I will endure

Give your all to me

Contributed by Chadd Henderson

It is not enough

To love you from a distance

It is not enough

To live doing little things

Human life is to reach

Inside ourselves

Inside someone else

And be received

These simple acts

We start with our hands

Lani’s Love – Lani and Heather Mirassou

Her breasts translucent

Her nipples erect

Her hips wide and curvy

They smell of life

Her lips searching

He stiffens

His mustache debonair

She chases him as they sit together

His lips voluptuous

They know where to go

His eyes mesmerizing

Showing strength

Palm to palm

Waiting for her to feel

Her heart wide open

She opens to release

What he is asking for

They pour together

She catches him

She sings a love song of poetry

To the man she wants

He watches over her while she sleeps

She hums

And prepares the morning gift

Another day in love

She wraps her legs around his

Not wanting him to leave

He stays together for her

Their purpose

Together

Twin rainbows

 

Contributed by Chadd Henderson and Heather Mirassou

 

I return to Old Wisdom
It seems fresh
I return to my footsteps
They are still there
Praise God I am not alone
This world would be too hard
The waters pour life into us
We need only to be together
Take me on your journey
Tell me stories of your past
I will listen with an open heart
I will see your reflection
Give to me your wisdom
You are not alone
My footsteps are near
Whisper then closely
What will bring you to tears
We need only to be together

Contributed by Chadd Henderson and Heather Mirassou

Her petals are pink with white tips

She is in full bloom

I crawl to her

She hypnotizes me

She is a precious pearl

She is dripping with fragrance and fresh cream

Just let me stay near

She opens a new flower

As I quiver

Her pheromones entice

She envelopes my presence

She is part of me

As I am of her

I will return

Each new day and night

And revel in her beauty

Let Me Close – Heather Mirassou

Let me close you said

From your eyes, I saw a crack in your heart open

I came to you and let you close

You held my hands

Caressed my face and laid it against mine

Let me close you said

I felt a crack in my heart open

Let me close you said

You put your hand against my heart

As did I

Our hearts beating opening the crack’s further

Your lips so soft and voluptuous

I followed them

Let me close I said

Until we meet again

I am speared

Darshan – Chadd Henderson

Darshan, a Sanskrit word meaning to give from within.

Let us grasp hands

Let us see into each other’s eyes

Let me gaze upon your forehead

See in me what you can

Let us persist until my heart cracks open

Or until one of us is reduced to tears

I Am Speared – Heather Mirassou

 

i am speared
Do not let me go
Take me
To new heights
I will follow you
To and fro
Show me
Hidden valleys
And meadows
Waterfalls
And shower
Me with mists
And rainbows
Tell me
Why you
Are speared
I have no fear
For I am yours
Take me
Now
For I am
Speared

Contributed by Lani

Wake now Noel, to a man baring a gift like none ever received,

Ready yourself Marie, it will take time to receive.

As your name Mirassou carries thee for the life of Lani’s gifts, need time to be given Heather.

A Virgin – Heather Mirassou

Her skin pink and satin

Trapped nude in a secret vault

I lavish her sweetly

She moans and begins to quiver

Her dazzling sapphire eyes

Swoon over me

I whimper

A virgin begins to charm

Like a candle made of potion

A rare ruby shinning

Dances in the mirror

Subtly hypnotizing

She tastes like sugar and honeycomb

Her taught fingers

Caressing languorously

Sunset like a fire

Engulfs me

The evening torrents

An aphrodisiac

We tremble into oblivion

In exotic bliss

As my charmed jewel

Lies with me

 

Boundaries – Heather Mirassou

My dying spirit

Spirals out of control

Working my bloody

Body to the bone

You ask too much too bare

I resent you for lying in despair

Balance does not exist

Only terror on the edge

A vicious wrath begins

As my rage causes lapses

Of memory and judgement

Pieces of boundaries

Lay on the floor

My apologies and amends begin

Until again

Desire – Heather Mirassou

Wonder amorously
Blood brimming
Wilderness vessel
Every droplet wet
Chaste with soul
Hips become fierce
Thighs become fiery
Thrusting,pumping and springing
Chasms burst
Your glorious spring cascades

Delight – Heather Mirassou

I see naked droplets

of subtle honey bee.

Love released beyond

our summer lending trees.

Beyond a breeze

glow-worm light shines bright.

Love wheel delight

for the stars are giddy tonight.

Young Bliss – Heather Mirassou

Young bliss

a fragrant kiss.

Lips slumber

eyes agaze.

Arms aflame

damp passion.

Enmeshed in desire

bloomed within.

In A Dream – Heather Mirassou

In a dream I felt the cool white
His sweet madness
Among anchor water lilies
The willows were trembling

A nest of twilight kisses
Where the stars are shivering

Scented sweet and wild
From violet forests
Our arms intertwine
With beads of love

Grandfather – Heather Mirassou

Grandpa Generation-EdmundMirassouHis brows like bended bows with curly-q’s

His mustache like motorcycle handlebars

His eyes like green gin olives

His hair grey and wavy like ocean whitecaps

His hands immaculate and powerful like a surgeon’s fingers

His figure debonair and statuesque like Fred Astaire

His smile cautious but genuine like Buddha

His memory a journey like the wine that ran in his blood

Dedicated to my grandfather, Ed Mirassou

Take Me Home – Heather Mirassou

Take me home mama

To a place I once belonged

Hold my hand steady

And sing to me a song

My face filled with tears

All my family is gone

Take me home mama

To a place I once belonged

Under the grapevine canopy

You taught me to be strong

The hundred year-old oak tree

Dances until dawn

Take me home mama

To a place I once belonged

Lavender Moonlight – Heather Mirassou

Like peach blossoms

As lovely as daffodils

In the purest hope of spring

My heart-strings follow each strum of a harp

Your voice a hypnotic melody

I leap like a cricket

at the whisper of your name

The evening floats

On a great parrot wing

I am comforted

With you by my side

I hold you tight

Like two twilight beams across the sky

In the listless evening

I listen for the last chime of the day

I lie with you

In lavender moonlight

Hand-in-hand we reach our destiny

For a mystical shower of love

 

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If I Were There – Heather Mirassou

Peaches and pears your delight
Divine roses a gift from your wife

Your favorite soups and stews
Lamb and veal cooked to and fro

In silence in your hammock
Hoping the sun melts the cancer away

If I were there
I would rub your brow and wet your lips

If I were there
I’d warm your sheets and fluff your pillows

If I were there
I would bring you home under the old oak tree

If I were there
I would fill your house with sunflowers

If I were there
I would sing sweet poetry melody

If I were there
I would lay next to you and comfort you

If I were there
I would read you prayers

If I were there
I would have said goodbye

My knight and shining armor

 

Dedicated to my father; Jim Mirassou


Questionable Love – Heather Mirassou

From seedlings
Raw passion arrives
teardrops germinate
A questionable love
Free reign love’s geyser
Either uproot and scatter
Or stay and bloom

Childhood Blackness – Heather Mirassou

Childhood blackness
Trusting in silence
Trying to recall
Memories of water
Chasing Dreams

Foster Child – Heather Mirassou

Foster child of silence
What did you say?
You were always instructed to smile
It was a woman’s way
Your smile is corrugated
You eyes sheathed in despair
You yearn for a rush of happiness
You wear your masks expertly
Until your hidden emotions bleed
You pace and pray to make them go away
But you cannot stay sane in this façade
White padded walls embrace you
Until your soul is cut in two
You finally speak
But no one listens to you
No light on the horizon
Only darkness that ties you down
You don nakedness
You plant your feet in a potted tree
Hoping to go back to a place,  safe and serene
Instead on the cusp of losing your mind
You hear voices calling out
Telling you that they love you
You look all around for them
But remain alone in the padded room
Your mental illness you cannot control
It is the monster in your heart that wants to let go
You gather your strength above no other
To put another mask of sanity on your face
You play your façade expertly
And you are released for a time
Until you become a danger to yourself or others again
Where is your gratitude?
Just for today
You have been given multiple chances
Of a second chance at life
Remove the lock and key from your soul
Seek help and slowly let the pain come
Don’t let it drown you
Some memories have been taken away by God
Other’s  have endured with his assistance
But what is wisdom and life without trial
Begin to forgive and begin to heal
Let the dragons come head on
With your family by your side
You are not alone
Speak your voice or ink your pen
But do not be a victim
To the demons inside
Take off your running shoes
Go barefoot in earth’s paradise
Walk to the ends of the Earth
And God will kiss your blisters away
You will no longer be despondent
No longer suffocating in your silence
You will remain on the path to freedom
Break from the constant
Begin to live again
Free yourself
Find the courage and the voice
To say goodbye to the old demons
The harmony in your heart is your life-giving force

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Goddess – Heather Mirassou

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In sunny solitude
The swelling seas
Erase the bank of haze
Birds begin to sing
A skylark soars in the air

Purple hills of paradise
No longer dampened souls
Tossing and turning in the night
Pearl white peaks
Hypnotize across the planet

The color of strength
Of a rainbow myriad
Green cascading canopies
No longer drinking
Nature’s tears away

With fluorescent green
Humming birds
Under the turquoise sky
The vintage rustic vines
Are revived to a new life

Rejoicing hearts
Of amethysts and emeralds
Are awakened from
The breeze of heaven
Vines whisper in awe

Her sun
Sky sweet bliss
Fountain overflows
To twilight shade
Robed fields of gold

Her young berries
Plump and iridescent
Until harvest comes
She will say goodbye
And again renew

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Mad Love – Heather Mirassou

This was a free write in response to Arthur Rimbaud’s Ophelia. His poem is lovely and mine does not quite do it justice.

As snow does to a fire that runs
Blue white Ophelia floats
Mad with love as magnificent as snow
And among water lilies
Star which melts away
The wind kisses her breasts
Shivering willows
A nest of mad kisses
Curves of her back
In each soft corner
From violet forests
His sweet brow
On the seascape
The calm black water
Black moss embroidered
Her great veils rising
Why the goldenrod stars
Love her reflection madly
The rivers are a sail
Shadow flowers with bale
Scented twilight
A pearl sky

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Who Am I? – Heather Mirassou

It’s been quite

Some time

Since someone

Noticed

Do see me?

I am Here

My beautiful

Warm

Genuine smile

Smiling at

The world

Beside me

Don’t you

See my

Chiseled calves

And voluptuous

Thighs

A mile high

I may be over

Forty

But my Bosom

Swings

And Skips

To a

Funky beat

With a tip-toe

Skip, Hop & dance

That only I know

My eyes

Liquid blue

Eyes stare

At magic

In the

Air

My skin

Fair

Freckled

With

An Irish

Pigment

From my

Grandmother’s

Lair

My limbs

Covered from

Head to toe

With Wisps

Of Blonde hair

From my

Mother’s

Hair

Like my

Italian

And French

Forefather’s

My heart

Pumps

By Wine

My Blood

And

Endless

Passion for

Tradition

My fingertips

Reminiscent of

God’s great earth

The Goddess

Nature

Aglow

Laced with

Permanent

callused

From my

Writing pen

A kaleidoscope

Into my

Soul within

My voice

An accent

Slung with

Kindness

Compassion

And love

So if you

See me

Dancing

Down the

Street

On just

An ordinary

Day

Than

Stop to

Smell the

Roses

May the

Aroma

Sweet

And lulling

Pass your

Way

Making

Your day

Do a little

Hop, skip & jump

And feel

Freedom

In your

Steps

Make sure

To Smile

My way

Don’t forget

For I am

Here

Watching

Dancing

Waiting

For someone

To see me

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My Darling Lover – Heather Mirassou

My Darling
Your fingertips
Slightest touch
My skin rippling
Goose bumps
Like prickly pears
Sizzling fire
Desperate ache
Primitive desire
My Neck
Bountiful harvest
Taste of Sweet
Nectar
Lays in wait
Begging you
Blowing breath
Your tongue
Tingling heat
My Body
An Hourglass
Voluptuous curves
Gentle bosom
Soft as silk
Electrifying splendor
Blood pulsating
Taught and tight
Hypnotizing ecstasy
Your Body
Pleading me
Perfect design
My delight
Madness penetrates
Primitive union
Fevered passion
Quaking pleasure
Warm glow surrounds

Angel of God – Heather Mirassou

“I wrote this poem when my little sister was born. She is twenty years

my junior and has grown into an amazing young woman.

An embryo in a cocoon of safety

slowly unfolds into a world of hands.

Hands of unconditional love

bring her into the beauty of light.

No longer floating

now breathing the lightness of air.

She fights hands and fist,

unknowingly being adorned, brought into life.

Kissed by an angel, he leaves his mark

as she is grasped by her loving parents.

She is a gift to them, a gift to this world,

an angel of God.

Symphony of Broken Things – Heather Mirassou

Is it a dream or distant memory?
An Italian Concerto begins
The alto singer bellows
A passionate tale
Proud and stout
He commands attention
A classic narcissistic symphony
Balancing a tight-rope
A thunderous crescendo begins
Drums rattle and roll
Strumming your violin
You tip, waddle and fall
Boom, Bang, Ting, Tang
A symphony of broken things
Your white walls marred
Sheet-Rock littered floors
By years of crimson scarlet
You know this scene by heart
This is your life
A dramatic melody
A symphony of broken things
You muster your courage
Hit your knees and pray
Picking up the pieces
Hoping his tune will change
You begin an ensemble
Piecing remnants together again
A symphony of broken things

Garden Affair – Heather Mirassou

I wrote this poem for my husband recently, I would love some feedback from poetry enthusiasts!

I inhale
Your Intoxicating fragrance
Pheromones entice
Lingering passion
Sun and sky sweet
I am delirious
Dancing in your
Wakening melodies
Bouquet of pearly white peaks

I Awake
In your quicksand soil
Scattering seeds
Delicate sea legs
Wobbly wooden stalks
Germinating roots
A newborn flower
Porcelain
Fragile, Fertile foliage

I swallow
Your clear spring geyser
Brisk diamond water
Raining sky water
Relieve my parched
Withering body
Swimming
Stealing grace
Sea of Fertility

I Rejoice
Your Renewing promise
I am breathless
Wild ecstasy
A Cacophony of birdsong
Gorgeous milk fluff
A canopy of tranquility
In the shape of a heart

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Fear of Losing You – Heather Mirassou

FEAR OF LOSING YOU

No longer affectionate, attentive, thoughtful eyes;
instead, an expressionless, invisible, blank stare.

No longer strolling hand-in-hand, carelessly;
instead, walking moonbeams apart, drifting like clouds.

No longer drowning in passionate, lingering kisses;
instead, an obligatory, awkward, fleeting peck.

No longer two hearts bow-tied with strings;
instead, reclusive, lonely hearts, in a noose.

No longer dreaming of a lifetime together;
instead, an uncertain, somber, painful future.

No longer a confident, loving wife;
instead, a heartsick, lonely, aging woman,

Desperately afraid of losing you.

Heather Mirassou

Making Love to a Marlboro – Heather Mirassou

Nearly naked except

A dangling Marlboro cigarette

Expertly stroking his lover

Fingers caress a slender body

Methodically engulfing aroma

The sweet smell of sex

Swollen lips surround

Waves of rapture quiver

Eyelashes and eyeballs flutter

Sinking into oblivion

Head bobbing like a pendulum

Savoring his lust

Inhaling smoke languidly

Sucking every toxin

Heather Mirassou

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Love To My Husband – Heather Mirassou

I am drawn to you like

The stars to the midnight skies

The Earth to the burning sun

Water to thirsting flowers

I am comfortable with you like

An old pair of boots

A faded pair of jeans

My favorite sweater and scarf

I am at peace with you like

Sitting in a boat in the middle of a lake

Taking a walk in silence in the country

Listening to rain drops fall in the dark of night

I am alive with you like

The laughter that is uncontrollable

The heart that goes thump, thump, thump

Running through wildflowers in the wilderness

Every ounce of my being

Mind, body and soul are riveted by you

I am alive with you, free with you, comfortable with you

I love you

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I Kissed You Secretly – Heather Mirassou

Long after we met
Still standing in forever
Our kindred spirits released
Beyond our wildest desires
To find love alone together
For I found you there
In nights glow lights
Full of moon beams
Shed of inhibitions
With no one to see
I kissed you secretly
Under the naked tree
Webbed in shadows
Embraced yet still free
For I found you there
In the warmth of the eve
Without a summer breeze
To be dancing in the droplets
Of Nectar sweet as a honey bee
Subtle light and free
To fly with you in dreams
Relished natures fantasy
Will blush my heart
When our lips touch
For I found you there

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