Naipes or tarot or fortune cookie,
I scour the scry of my heart
for news of you, beloved.
Once
I read you like a story
in the reflective looking glass
of life’s mirror.
For me you fashioned new cards
and each night
cast a spread.
Wisdom flowed through your hands
from invisible realms,
so naturally.
You saw deeper even
than I could,
deep inside
the holographic heart
of Tao itself.
You saw deer whispering through the dark pines;
you saw a shooting star
falling over Coeur D’Alene Lake,
disappearing.
Now I am still waiting
for the future
that was foretold,
the one
of you.
You know me.
I am
an insatiable reader
waiting for this love poem
to be written
and hoping
it will never end.
Fun
thanks. this one has a wistful feel for me. but who knows what is in the cards…
Very well done…
thanks for your kind words, and thanks for visiting my blog 🙂
My pleasure… I look forward to reading more 🙂
This is really beautiful…any time I feel like I’m struggling to write another erotic poem, I just come to your site. Pure inspiration.
wow that is an honor, thanks Jacque