Karen Touzalin

I have been singing a new song
lately,
humming low
sweet notes,
...

Where do I end
where do we begin,
I am not sure anymore.
It seems I can no longer exist as a single cell organism
...

To wake each day, faced with perpetual sunshine
disguised as your smile
is somewhat appealing
and even doctor recommended.
...

I want to revoke my state of independence
I want to go back to coupledom and live with you,
conjoined
in connubial bliss.
...

Your milk of loving kindness
Flows like rain
Flooding my thoughts
With fresh kisses,
...

In your mouth,
I am precious pearl
Diamond cut
woman
...

Sometimes,
in order for me to write, i do not speak for days
until desperation forces me to
create poetry
...

If we meet again tonight,
i choose not to recognize your familiar embrace.
I will pretend that we do not meet and spend countless hours
beneath an omniscient and mercurial moon
...

We were younger then
photographs frame our innocence,
The promise of love
smiles swollen with dreams and wide-eyed curiosity
...

I am elated,
Spinning,
Dancing,
Frolicking
...

Saturday mornings brought promises,
of starting over,
beginning anew.
Trying to make the week over
...

You complete me,
Like the milk for my cereal
In my favourite bowl
Or a cup of sugar in a chocolate cake recipe
...

Because I loved you,
I gave you poetry,
instead of my body to keep you warm.
...

We used words to fill the distance between us
more words than the 4000 miles that separated us
words that sealed my fate
...

While you lay sleeping,
I dance playfully in the shadows on your face

Your breath, a long tunnel......lined with flowers
...

I am your diamond in the rough,
polished each day by your constant love.

It seems you re-defined the three 'C's of quality and place your emphasis on comfort, caring and chivalry
...

I wear your slippers whenever you go away
Sliding my feet into the worn grooves of your toes.
The smooth curve of your heels are so easy to settle into...
and I feel so close to you,
...

To write.
is a great responsibility
I am,
I have a footprint and I exist
...

You are so slick,
Slick like butter,
Baby.
...

It rained every day
after you left
a natural mourning ensued
accompanied by stillness
...