Our Dance

May 18th, 2012

a breeze kisses my neck
my hands on hips
I feel my silken skin

is it you?

I look for him in music
a smile perhaps
a touch that only I can feel

but it is your arms
that hold me close
caressing my back
lips upon my cheek
my mouth you seek
for the first time

a tear
a fear
it is his journey?
you say

there is room
in our hearts
for all our loves

this dance
I want to dance
with you

© Lynda Filler 2012

Home

May 6th, 2012

everybody loves you here
you are still in this world
don’t leave yet
don’t

stay awhile
let us love you more
and more
and more

that’s all we want
time
time to love
time to breathe
in
and out
time

time to accept
time to love
you
more

in sickness
and in health
everybody loves you here

we know
you have to go
we have hope
we have trust

but you have to trust me too
when your time is done
when you are ready to go
I promise I won’t interfere

this is my gift to you
and your gift to me

let me help you Home

© Lynda Filler 2012

 

 

Easy

May 4th, 2012

izquierda
i look each morning
waiting
a sunrise to slam me into a day
taking what little breath
I have left
since you left

izquierda
the way I felt
for years
loving a phantom
a man who was
never
really
of this world
trying to explain
to myself
why

izquierda
a left/right/left alone
left again
and again
words
love words
God words
long-to-be-gone words
returning-to-your-Maker words

izquierda
never really present
yet capturing my heart
taking no prisoners
a Warrior of God

derecho

words
are
easy

 

 

 

© Lynda Filler

 

 

Mis-Understand

April 30th, 2012

I don’t try to understand your pain
nor empathize with what you gain
by making choices of denial
waiting for your time to pass
all the while forgetting
how
to
live

I don’t try to understand
a choice to abstain
from love and passion
intimacy that is a God-given-gift
the closest we can ever come to
Heaven
on
Earth

I do understand
death and war
for death is a beginning
and wars are never ending
but Love is eternal

and more than that
I must agree
with the Rabbi’s message
sent to me
“but the greatest of these is Love”

 

 

© Lynda Filler 2012

 

 

Denial

April 30th, 2012

 

 

 

she held a painting
against her breast
while perched precariously
on a wooden chest,
laughing gaily
for her lover–
oh my

 

she shyly staged
a pose or three
gasping at her audacity
lack of clothing
camera clicking
for his viewing pleasure–
sigh

 

all the while eyeing
her mirror image
counting pounds she’d
found this winter
sipping Pinot Grigio
and gorging on Nachos
at Eddie’s

 

in the darkest hour
lost in passion
basking in love
reveling in
i n t i m a c y
laughing
laughing and
laughing some more
she forgot for a moment
that he was dying

 

 

 

© Lynda Filler 2012

Stalker/Walker

April 23rd, 2012

I let you walk, talk
(he knows not what he says)
I let you fret, set
in ways I will never understand
I let you be, me: a follower
a leader leading,
a leader dying

p a r a n o i a

I let you sulk,
in(sin)u-ate
you cannot eat
you cannot take
(in)love

I let you
and Frank
do it
your way

a l o n e

and I paint
and pack
and sort
what is important
what is mundane
and board a plane
aware that insane
may be your present state

and still
I will come to you
and be with you
while you die

because I love you

© Lynda Filler 2012

Stoned Love

April 21st, 2012

I dance
I move my hips
crazy and wild
I wait for you

my body wanders
my heart in tune
my soul succumbs
I mate with you

I dance
I dance
I dance

we traveled paths
that few have taken
alone, aloof,
our choice
we are the chosen

I hear the sound
of Lovestoned music
I feel you

you move your body
I match with mine
close, and closer still
stoned
on love
I
am

 

 

© Lynda Filler 2012

 

 

 

What is…

April 17th, 2012

all around me

there was laughter

music, a wild party

he was my hero

that boy who held my hand

but my lover, never

I watched you walk alone

I, surrounded by friends

who were mere acquaintances

I longed for you to notice me

now I wonder

were you shy, afraid

assuming competition

where none existed

yes, I watched you

walking alone

following a path designed for one

and when you stopped

and lingered by the lake

I wished it were my hand

you were holding

instead of stones

© Lynda Filler

 

Inspired by Chuck Steffen.

Magic

April 14th, 2012

I’ve been down
this road before
stumbled
a heart broken
in tiny little pieces

I’ve wept
slept
been adept
at moving on
and yet
lurking
waiting
hoping
praying

for what, you say
for naught, I reply

time waits for no man
life marches on
memories
l i n g e r

opportunities missed
hearts never won
souls never mated

the magic waiting
outside your comfort zone

© Lynda Filler 2012

You’ve Got Mail

April 14th, 2012

we were both kids
once
we laughed at silly things
we sent love notes
between the pages
of Latin grammar books
and giggled with girlfriends
he loves me
he loves me not

when we were teenagers
we danced in the rain
made out in parked cars
dreamed of a future
that was always perfect

picket fences, not so much
independence, yes,
that’s the one for me
(all the while waiting
for my Knight in Shining Armor)

understanding
of Your Ways
has never been easy
acceptance
harder still

a life, passion filled
unconditional love
has become
my mantra

if I was All-powerful
I would grant everyone
at least one wish

I might still be
Sleepless in Vallarta
but I would rather
sleep with you

 

 

© Lynda Filler 2012