Friday, December 20, 2013

Love Offering

She came to me,
A willing offering
Her body in reverse prostration
At my feet, Opening...
Giving her self to me
To be fully received.
Her flesh; my canvas
Her breath; my brush;
thin as a Single silk thread
That weaved and abated to my touch.
deliberately I ran my fingers along the
silhouette Of her curves
She pulsed beneath me.
Removing my hand from a vat
slowly I saturated her
With the slippery shimmering
Substance
Immortalized body
Pieces of flesh
Forever impressed upon canvas
Body In motion
Art making love
Of the rarest most exquisite kind

Monday, December 2, 2013

Constant Craving

Constantly I crave your presence. Waking, dreaming, sleeping; my thoughts always lead back to you.

Your name like a church bell or call to prayer rings in my head. Beckoning me to your ever presence

No place in the universe can you be where my heart does not lead to. Your silent calls are deafening

As barren as the dried up sea am I without thee. Pour your all quenching love upon me, now & always.

I will search for you love, in this life or the next. I remember my solemn vow to love you eternally






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Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Split Open to the White Meat

   Ellyn McNamara April 5, 2009 ©















How is it 
that I am expected to find the sounds
the words
the phrases to convey
what I feel?

R U Experienced?
Have you felt passion
that pierced the bone
and made you feel like
your head was 
Split open to the white meat?

No.....
You got it all wrong
It's not in the body,
It's in the mind 
It's the soul
passion runneth over
and spilled onto the floor
bathing everyone around us
in it

Have you felt that? 
Do you know it?
Can you taste it?
Can you touch it?

There are no words.... sounds....
nor encyclopedic knowledge
to say that when I met her.....
My head was split open to the white meat!

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Keep On ©



By Ellyn N. McNamara 2011©

I keep looking at your pictures
trying to find that smile that's just for me.
I guess I need to take a look
at some of the shots I took
because when I see your face
my mind cannot erase
that I was not there
and I was not that face
in that place
that your smile happened to shine upon.
And yes I know it was a moment in time.
But that moment was not mine
and it was not us nor me
and it was not meant to be
so this day I shall say
I hope your smile never goes away.
Be it not for me,
smile that smile that was always meant to be.