By Kim Nelson, on March 2nd, 2010%
Regarding LOVE. Words from Wikipedia:
“Studies have shown that brain scans of those infatuated by love display a resemblance to those with a mental illness. Love creates activity in the same area of the brain where hunger, thirst, and drug cravings create activity. New love, therefore, could possibly be more physical than emotional.”
Ha!
That explains it.
The Heartache.
Did we not break through?
To intimacy?
I loved you.
Crazy love, mad love, heart-racing glad love.
Smiling at the thought of you.
Butterflies when a text came through.
Sweet goodnights, raucous hellos,
Attraction, passion, bedfellows.
Reckless abandon, a jangle of words.
And limbs
And whims
And nerves.
Fear stepped in.
The end.
I loved you.
I thought you loved me too.
Was it true?
…
Coward!
Inspired by Three Word Wednesday…Heartache, Jangle, Reckless
By Kim Nelson, on November 10th, 2009%
Windows open,
The breeze glides in,
Lapping at my skin,
Reminding of delicious times gone by.
~
Eyes closed,
I relish the moment.
The air glides, gently caressing neck, cheek,
Moving into memory.
~
How firmly connected, memory and heart.
Encouraging the other to love and love and love
Based on a shared past filled with moments
Of which no one else is privy.
~
Shared memories. Shared hearts.
Is there such a thing?
Oh, yes!
We agreed upon exactly that, lifetimes ago.
~
And now we live it.
And all it takes is an evening breeze
To remind me
Of the rightness of that choice.
By Kim Nelson, on February 27th, 2009%
Mindful of cadence and rhythm and rhyme,
She wrote poetry
Exclusively
for
The One.
Her turns of phrase and praise homed in.
After proper humility and gratitude,
She explained her needs
Before invoking strength, absolution, guidance or solution.
She wrote poetry.
For God.
To God.
With Him,
She was most intimate.
