Knowing the tugging of the heart strings of many dabbling in this Purple World, be she or he your Oasis in that spans of desert?

...for those who know their heart

what be a heart but an organ that beats in the chest,
pumping life,
until that moment when life be defined more than by the
flow of blood and oxygen fed
for, now the heart beats for another.

when flutterby's lift the tummy, and the eyes know to smile with the mouth.
when mirth and joy come natural for the heart erratic with ecstasy
at the thought of that bewitching intoxication.
how sweet and tortuous the pain of imagined unrequited love.
the panic of yearnings
the wrenching of guts...nauseating thoughts of being irrelevant,
discarded...even worse...not being noted.

how can an organ that pumps blood beat so painful
yet keep one alive.
it knows to add colours of ruby red and royal blue and emerald green
and shades of burnt orange
splashes of gold and silver...as much as it knows to bleed.
it knows the expanse and vastness of the Karoo and somewhere
in that desert lies a small sanctuary
welcoming
warm and acknowledging....a little house
quaint
familiar and recognisable.

it shall seek refuge there.

...for
there
it shall find its bewitching intoxication
waiting
with splashes of silver and gold
and a recollection of yearnings unrequited
and now
...fulfilled.

how the heart knows to be more than an organ that pumps blood and feeds oxygen to the physical form.

RB.

May today's indulgences bring much mirth, delicious surrender and uncomplicated true connections. x

This is beautiful Ma'am.

I find it strange that a lady can be in an abusive relationship, love her abuser to the end of time.

When someone comes in willing to change her entire life at the drop of a coin. To make all her dreams and goals come true.

She will still stand by and defend the abusive relationship.

Women deserve to be free.

When the pain sets in, please would the heart stop beating....

Nicely put, RB.
Been there, still there, maybe a light at the end of the tunnel, maybe a train coming :(

...and in the pain, the sort that shreds the heart where logic knows no home...to know to "fall in love" comes with the surrendering of self.

Why do we do it?

Why jump in with both feet no care of what may happen?

Because when that "other half of self" that has been lost in living crosses our path and reminds us of what we have missed out on or could be, we hanker to unite with it again and possibly feel whole...a writers romantic view of the world makes it a kaleidoscope of marvels and possibilities ...x

.............

a love letter from one lover to another
(inspired by watching a couple i have known for a long time who still share that magic as if they had only met yesterday)
i watch u hunger and thirst, not for the sexual intimacies that we may share
more...for that soft look in my eye...
that lingering touch when my hand rests on your arm.
i sense your need that i too,
will gaze upon u,
with adoration in my eyes, much bigger than the word love could ever define.
u wish not for my words
but
rather,
my closeness and that comfort in the surrender of my form
as it melds and melts itself into your shape .
your arms around me speak volumes, sincere in their enveloping
of me...whole.
the release of breath as u hold on and hug and hug and...hug me.
and all i know to do
is
disappear in u.
i too, hunger and know that hunger...that thirst
for when i look at u....u are the mirror image of all i feel.
RB.