A Love Poem For Andrejs Poem by black panther eyes eastick

Arjuna
you are a light
a beacon
a friend
a lover
yes i feel
love for you

A tighty bound ball of wool
unravelling moving fast
Each round
interprets
a memory
a smell
an association

Andrejs
i feel
frightened
change is approaching
i am change
you are change
thinking one moment
feeling the next
wanting and desiring
tantalizing
my mind

Play me your love
on your piano oh
beauty of silken hair
that falls gently
on the nape of you neck
your soft neck
where sweet smells surrender
i am
intoxicated
spellbound
encaptured
in a labyrinth
of lost hopes
and dreams
remembered

Survivor of hatred
their hatred
for innocence and beauty
should not tarnish
our capacity for loving
ourselves
and each other

A beautiful time spent
in gardens of green
trees
like wild serpents
dangle before me
inviting me to climb
their tremendous branches
knarled and hobbled
old wise magnificant
time tested true...

Alive
not yet dead
i pinch myself
i feel your teeth
sink into my succulent skin
it excites me
i moan
my flesh races
energy climbs
upwards
and descends
downwards
pure exalted third eye
purple breathe
your lips touch mine
i am at one with you
then...
a breathe
reminds me
of our seperateness

A word
misinterpreted
shatters my illusions
illusions...
of a planet faraway
free of suffering
i cry...
i realize
my horse has died
i never allowed the grief
i thought i did
i lied...

Andrejs
how beautiful
your name is
It rolls off my tongue
mmmm
i lick you up
you...
taste so clean

You notice shadows in shallow pools
and the plumage of swans feathers
Oh elegant Swan
with eyes of aquamarine
reflecting
me back to me
A being..
with much knowledge
heart and soul

I am...
laying on my tummy
feeling my ovaries ache
as the lifeforce
flows
from within me
reflecting on
a different time
spent with dancers of light
and lovers of flight...

Mystical animals with wings
that sparkle
with stars for eyes and smiles for noses
Lyrical music
your music
only beauty
and beautiful images
only you
only me
only people like you and me...

Escaping reality
thats ok...
a need to retreat
to distance myself
from skyscrapers
and car fumes
yes...
to feel blissful
to hear birds talking in the trees
can you hear them?
Listen.....
its getting closer

And so are you to me
and me to you
Andrejs
your loving
Akashanee...

written 2 days before our first borne daughter amber gaia was conceived...which lead to a quick exodus from the inner city out to the trees...march 1998.