Trees Of Jasmine

Trees of Jasmine

© 2012 by Kat Bastion

 

Young lovers walking hand in hand,

Teased and laughed along cobblestone track.

They walked among trees of jasmine,

And spoke of a place called Tamarack.

Church mice happy to have a crumb,

Feasted at balls like faraway kings,

But at their cozy home and hearth,

The two alone cherished finer things.

Escape to a path few had tread,

Brought flowers by a rushing stream.

Curving trail… you lead, I follow.

In your loving arms is where I dream.

 

© 2012 by Kat Bastion

The Fall

The Fall

© 2012 by Kat Bastion

 

Misted platinum wafting by lures a nymph to dance,

Sprinkles falling, laughter rising, spinning pure romance.

Fragile wings spiral higher, flirting with the sun.

Captured by a passerby, innocence begone.

Discarded leaves tumble past in muted reddish hues,

Coldness slowly settles in, vibrance does recuse.

Sadness looks with longing eyes out into the world,

Kindness brings a soft caress, silken wings unfurl.

Loving smile, a whispered touch, sends a soul to soar.

Bonds are broken in sweet flight, freedom evermore.

To the heavens angel flies, heartbeat starts to stall,

Grounded, solid arms do reach, there to catch the fall.

 

© 2012 by Kat Bastion

Blame It On The Moon

Blame It On The Moon

© 2012 by Kat Bastion

Black velvet sky ablaze with stars,

Truly blooms the love of ours.

A smile lights up a stolen glance,

Lovers blessed to have the chance.

Snowy egrets take to flight,

The pair on wing into the night.

We dash away to take our time,

A feathered touch, so sublime.

Thermal currents make me soar,

Waves crash down upon the shore.

I hold you close, floating high,

From every gasp and trembled sigh.

When sleep claims us way too soon…

                   … I blame it on the moon.

© 2012 by Kat Bastion

delicately delectable

talktotheshoe:

Deidre, this is so brilliant. You color our world beautiful. :)

Kat Bastion

Originally posted on The Red Velvet Chair:

I hear your keys unlock the door
just home from work
your briefcase lands
thud
on the floor
and I,
I am waiting for you.
You find me sitting at the counter
my back to you
wearing only your white dress shirt
not looking up,
stilled, imbued
with a sense of desire.
Walking slowly through the room
behind me you stand
brushing my hair to one side
to lean in and whisper,
in me you confide.
Featherlight kisses behind my ear
your arms surround
entrapping me,
making promises
I know you’ll keep.
A hunger is there
felt in your touch
heard on your breath
and I,
I turn to see
to look in your eyes.
Mesmerized.
I hold in my hand a ruby red fruit,
a ripe raspberry
delicately
brought to my mouth
to burst inside.
And you,
you reach around
there’s warm chocolate there
dark, delectable
to dip your…

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