COLLAGE

Poetry by Linda E. Neary
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WINTER WORDS

Your breath
was warm on my cheek
and made mist of the air,
and I laughed aloud
to see the words
I had only heard before.


UNTITLED

We cling to each other,
trying to make
the moment last,
feeling a need for each other,
and yet,
feeling nothing.


HARVEST

We have walked
through the wheatfields
of our lives.
Like wheels
on the wagon of time
we have moved slow
through the golden minutes
until,
like sheaves of wheat,
they have ripened with age
and now are dust.
Had we known
that those moments
would so soon be gone,
we might have been
quicker to live.
We have run
through the wheatfields
of our lives.


PET

Young, sweet lion,
taut,
the forbidden jungle rhythms
forcing your walk.
How I long to tame you,
have you sleek, proud
at my side.
Wild beast of paradise,
lean,
hungry,
you stalk the outer edges
of my dreams,
bidding me enter your domain.
daring me to cross the fringe
of territorial balance,
taunting me with the promise
your tawny body holds.
How I long to run with you,
free,,,
free in the night storms,
free in my day dreams,
free.


SONNET

The moon is high, the wind is low,
And you, my love, have yet to go.
Sleepy, sighing, still you stay
To hold me 'til the break of day.
The sunrise in your gentle eyes
Reflects the richness of the skies.
And seeing this, and loving you,
I wait, and dream, as lovers do.


MORNING SONG II

In the early morning hours,
when I wake and find you near,
lying still and softly breathing,
I feel a need to touch you, smiling,
knowing you are really there.


WAITING

When you are gone
how slow the flames of time do burn!
I sit by the window
waiting your return.


NEEDING YOU

I need you.
Yes,
it is an admission of weakness
but I am not ashamed.
A great many things
have been motivated by need
and a great many people
more noble than I
have gone down on their knees
for less noble needs
than my need of you.
My want of you
is another story.


TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

Green eyes are everywhere,
haunting me, taunting me...
Dark, deep green eyes
that falter in wanting me.


FOR LARRY IN DECEMBER

It's been so long
since someone took my hand
and walked with me
through the tall, cool grass
and long, warm night.
And it's been so long
since I felt the sand
beneath my toes
and the wind in my hair
and strong,
but gentle fingers
on my face.
And it's been so long
since I had someone
to share my thoughts with,
to laugh with,
and even to cry with.
I didn't mean to be untrue
but it's been so long.


You invade the bleak wastelands of my dreams,
violating the privacy of my sleep.
I welcome this strange invasion of my world
as I welcome the strong sanctuary of your arms.
Somehow I knew that tonight you would come
for I have scented myself with the essence of roses,
drpaed my body in silken gowns,
and now await your lingering caresses.
My lips whipser your name and you come to me,
dulling my senses with the sweet opium of your kiss.
I open myself to you and you enter my very being
as together we dance the pagan love song
choreographed by our desire
and performed upon the stages of our passion.
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