Skin Without History

Skin Without History

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
"

You move through me like a silent zephyr.

"
Deep chords pathetically move within my heart -
         a voice that is speaking; and yet, mute.
         All abandoned hopes still refute
me even though we are far apart.
Never touched with passionate bliss,
         my body seeks beauty in the arms of hope
         on the plain of heaven's flowered-slope.
Desired one! I long for your burning kiss.
         The tempest thunder calm in heaven above
         explodes in my heart's court of love.

Your eyes hold too much of the sky
         in their cerulean-tinted hue.
         I am enamored by you.
I am not mended by my cry.
Your hands look soft and tender,
         as gentle as feathers fixed in space.
         How I yearn for you to caress my face.
O! How you make my soul kinder.
         The little girl within me aches so much
         for the ardor of your delicate touch.

Sensorial stirrings move a heart so fragile
         that I am breathless in the wonder
         of it all. I am swept asunder
by gulfs of desire deeper than the Nile.
Do I betray myself, an expense more dear
         than I shall ever be able to pay?
         Love verily is not the way
of fairdom - yet more severe.
         Though your hands touch over my skin never,
         you move through me like a silent zephyr.

© 2008 Linda Marie Van Tassell


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me even though we are far apart.
Never touched with passionate bliss,
my body seeks beauty in the arms of hope
on the plain of heaven's flowered-slope.
Desired one! I long for your burning kiss.
The tempest thunder calm in heaven above
explodes in my heart's court of love.
Sensorial stirrings move a heart so fragile
that I am breathless in the wonder
of it all. I am swept asunder
by gulfs of desire deeper than the Nile.
wow such huge expression of desire..like a huge storm
Tempest thunder in heavens calm down..rage in my heart court
God what strong feelings of love
it goes almost to the verge of anger at desire not fulfilled..wonderful

Posted 16 Years Ago


Very good write, so beautiful and tender, so well penned. I love that last line, it is perfect. You are quite talented. look forward to reading more from you!

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Linda Marie Van Tassell
Linda Marie Van Tassell

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Poetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..

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