Held in thrall....3

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And then I
remembered
the time when
we touched each other
not only with our hands
and limbs
but with our hearts.
Time melted away
past whistled away
and no trace of thoughts 
remained.
Love lolled about
smiles lingered lazily
all over
and fingers played
melodies of magic
in every pore.
Nothing was
nothing remained
and nothing happened
when we were 
everything unto ourselves.

Passions ...9

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It's liberating 
to take a stand
not for or against
but just the stand
of owning oneself
and all of one's passions.
The shame and the guilt
all drop off 
at once
and you want to share
the joy of
breathing freely.
Calling out to the world
come ye, join me
with free hands
and spirits.
Only those with 
hands free
can extend 
a hand in friendship.

The building

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I love the way
they build the old-fashioned way
brick by brick
frame by frame
everything put
by loving hands
the rough made
smooth by touch,
the sensuality
of the burnt brick
and the polished wood
and one day it all will
be transformed
into a lovely
space that will 
give warmth
to the loved ones,
unknown to them the
way it was built.
Cell by cell I live
that love showered
once upon a time.

Something happened...

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Something happened
You said something
and inside me
something snapped...
I had held it 
so delicately
your soul in all
its splendour
and ugliness 
in my soft 
weak
and steady hands.
Then you flicked a speck
of doubt
and it hit me like a bolt
I will recover
but it will not be the same
Something has happened
and inside me
something has snapped....