She dances

 She murmurs softly
from under heavy lashes
bleeding red smudged lips


kiss parched mouths and naked skin,
he’s forgotten who she is.


Her restlessness, a
desire to feel at home, but
she stays out all night


knowing somewhere love is real
flowing like wine in summer.



by Louise 

Sensuality

Senses dance to a rhythmic beat,
mindless thoughts drink in ecstasy.
Our bodies hum to chemistry,
in sensual pleasures thrilling heat.


Your dark desire feels so sweet,
we plunge through depths down helplessly.
Senses dance to a rhythmic beat,
mindless thoughts drink in ecstasy.


In entwined limbs excitements meet;
 two souls writhing in empathy,
waves of seductive melody;
when morning comes we lie replete.
Senses dance to a rhythmic beat.




One Stop Poetry Monday Form – Rondels

The unconscious divide

Consciousness has a direct stare,
 fathomless depths in enlightened eyes.
Tongues made flesh to stroke my sighs,
murmured whispers on skin laid bare.
I built the dome for you in air,
slept deep on colours of your skies.
Consciousness has a direct stare,
 fathomless depths in enlightened eyes.
 Ghosts wail and weep at my despair,
souls long dead, stir to haunting cries.
Man lives life asleep, in sleep he dies,
bathed in tears and unaware.
Consciousness has a direct stare,
fathomless depths in enlightened eyes.
“Man lives his life in sleep, and in sleep he dies” ~ George Gurdjieff

Morning Glory

Morning light attacks
the sweat of yesterday, still
clinging to my skin

I emerge, flapping into
being, shocked by dazzling white

ecstatic, I hear
echoes, of children dancing
under apple trees

full of foetal half-formed thoughts
laden with fruit, uneaten


by Louise 

Dusk

Photo: Sensuality by Anthony Boccaccio


Words drip from my pen
oozing from the growing dusk
as restless night creeps in
across the shadow of you
sleeping there in silent seas

sensuous lips part
we dive through swirling waters
feeling summer winds
as our dormant passion wakes
to tunes of a lullaby




A tanka written for OneStoppoetery Monday Form