My Heart is a Wild Place

 

My heart

is a wild place

But

I dare not tread

with loud feet

and ungloved hands

My heart 

Is a wild place

But

I move in subtle rhythm

With soft-coloured eyes

behind lashes

My heart 

is a wild place

But

Words are seldom

with a mute tongue

Surrounded by lips like cherries

My heart 

is a wild place

But

Touch is sharp

with finger tips

and nails

red

My heart 

Is a wild place

But

Pomegranate

and rose bush

twill in a wind

of frosty dew

My heart 

is a wild place

But

Once untameable

Now

sleeps peaceful

beside

loves

unspoken

tender tones

to tell a thousand words.

ALL WORDS COPYRIGHT

J.Calvert 2017

In a Garden Without Shade

My wings will wait 

in a garden 

without shade  

feathers bowed 

in the heat,

Fine hairs 

carelessly thread 

droplets of sweat gleam 

under a summer sun  

The weight of the garden bed 

and Rose bush spike, 

Jupiter scents the air 

to caress tired eyes 

In this paradise 

Built for one

little wings 

Untie 

Spread

two souls

take flight.
J.Calvert 2017

Wild Hearts

OUR WILD HEARTS

CROSSED AND STITCHED

RUNNING DOWN THE STREAM

ARCOSS THE JAGGED EDGES

AND THROUGH THE FERN TREES.

J.CALVERT 2016

Flowing like clean lines

of water

clear and abundant

in natures spring,

Languid against the flow of the river

In sleepy depths

of sorrow,

teeming with tomorrows promise.

She knows not where she is going,

her vision impaired

blinded by the glare,

of the highlights and the shadows

cast far and wide

across her tired eyes

The path

wild and overgrown

cherubs and ferns turn

inwards

and welt under the sun,

The wildness of her heart

crushed

unveiled

altered

outwards

feeling the cool grip of the river run.

 

 

 

 

 J.CALVERT 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

You Were Never Mine

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Conceptual Portrait Photography By Mariesol Fumy

In a place I call my own, under a canopy of stars,
I wait, for the sun to rise,
Of golden sun, stroking the fire,
To steal, yet a gaze at the light in your eyes.
My temple to feel the weight of your lips,
Our tears to cascade and mingle in kiss.
You disappeared long before I could say –
I want you to stay.
A lifetime of longing,
My love, my heart-aches;
Throbs and pulsates.
In guarded breathe
i’ll push you to the back, into the shade,
In memory you’ll remain,
Of stolen moments and kisses snuck.
Behind the face of night,
We shone bright,
But now I must take leave –
For you my darling were never mine to keep.

J.Calvert 2016

My Heart In Your Hands

If my heart lies still and unguarded in the fields of jasmine, When the storms winds blow And trifle upon the land Will you shelter my heart in your hands? If my heart lies open and flowing in the sea … Continue reading

Silly Little Girl

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I don’t know how to behave,
When you are around,
Silly little girl,
In the morning sun,
Casting light across the moon,
Thralled by the touch of your skin,
A fool for you,
Fallen for your charm,
And your kiss,
Dizzy by the weight of your tongue,
Gripped and dazed under your spell,
Silly little girl,
Lost in your words.

To Fall

fallIf love washed over,
Left you breathless,
Wet in condensation,
Would you feel it?
Is that what it feels like?
To fall,

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If love was like a tidal wave,
Flooding your senses,
Drowning in the swell,
Would you feel it?
Is that what it feels like?
To fall,

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Photography By Shelby Robinson

If love was like a dwindling autumn leaf,
Softly slipping in descent,
Tranquil in the morning sun,
Would you feel it?
Is that what it feels like?
To fall,

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Photography By Katharina Jung

If love was a snowstorm,
Blanketing down; chilling your cherry lips,
A satin slipper and wedding veil, to cloak and kiss,
Would you feel it?
Is that what it feels like?
To fall,

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photography: Creative Bloom

If love was the darkest day,
Black hades and drapery frayed,
Hushed by the shadows, afraid,
Would you feel it?
Is that what it feels like?
To fall,

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If love was basked in the sun,
Lain, in Isabelline,
Flowers draped over skin,
Would you feel it?
Is that what it feels like?
To fall,

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photography By Natalia Drepina

If love was a silent dawn,
Mute in unspoken terms,
Tongue-tied, in daylight hours,
Would you feel it?
Is that what it feels like?
To fall,

In love.

Pendula Tree

A little place, between the trees, A place only for you to see, Under the pendula tree, Weeping cherries, Pink and wet, in dew, Resting your tired head, On cushions of flower buds, And tales of fairies, To enchant your … Continue reading

I’ll Shut The Bedroom Window

 

I’ll shut the bedroom window,
The draught will crawl under the door,
Our hearts, left in the cold,
Lying naked on the floor,

Two skeletons –
Of bare necessities,
Strange steps, encircling self,
Grinding our rational minds,
To chalk and brine,

Unlit, by the darkness of the room,
June brings the nightfall,
Mends our tired eyes,
The rawness of the day, left behind,
Skinny-dip in the puddles,
Everyone knows we are insane,

Let me love you,
A hundred candles,
To transcend across your face,
Blurred by the tears to wash away,
Gold crown sitting heavy on our heads,
Skulls overflowing with chrome,
Transforming our minds.

I’ll open the bedroom window,
Let the fresh air flow,
Bask in the warmth of your glow,
Two skeletons of façade,
Bolstering with the frame.

J.CALVERT 2016

In Open Fields

In open fields,
The fullness of her lips –
Swell and throb,
The sun beats –
Upon her scarlet kiss,
The wounds,
In suture,
Stitched across her chest,

In open fields –
Her eyes, of yellow, blinded by time,
Infliction,
And open hearts,
A knife of jagged edge, slicing –
Severs the skin,
Cuts deep,
To eclipse the sun,

In open fields –
Steal away,
Shelter our love,
In the softness of the shade,
Bleed and pulsate against the grain,
Tint and tinge,
Too heal the scars, within.