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

The Rise Of Dawn

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Before the rise of dawn
in skies of amber and silk.
She closes her eyes
in soft throws of sleep.
Remembering a time of unforgotten bliss.
He stands before her,
emerging from the haze,
folded under arm,
stirring the heavens, to bring him near,
To meet her at this place
of educed tales.
Lips touch – in moments of ecstasy
A riot among day and night –
rebellious and rising
cradled in the spell,
Fallen below the dawning,
The first light of day
to take him away,
To cast his light across the land,

Where she holds him dear.

J.Calvert 2016

Hearts

My heart,
In forgotten breath,
Harrowed by the wind,

Once a maiden,
In the garden,
Weaving flowers through her hair,
Thick and course,
Flowing curls,
Lacing sunlight through wisps of straw,
Eyes like a string of pearls,
Silver and cream,
Staring at the little elm tree,

Hair and flowers draped across shoulders of silk,
My hands ran the line of her back,
She kissed my mouth,
Open and wanting,
Little buds opened in bloom,

In the garden,
Her shadows dance,
The flowers continue to wake,

Our love lost,
Her heart in forgotten breath,
Harrowed by the winds; wildflowers clasped at my chest.