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
...

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
...

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

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

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

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
...

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

The conversation began somewhere around 12 midnight
after you got home from work
and ended around six a.m. by my clock
or seven a.m. by your clock
...

If you walk away
from me,
There will still be sunrise
and sunsets in my life
...

Beloved, steal me away
to your secret hiding places

Let thoughts of me peacefully dwell
...

As a poet, I can only write about what I know
I know that the day begins with a sunrise
and sleeps with the sunset
and I know that I loved you.
...