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Angel Bereaved ~

Posted in Love, Poetry with tags , , , on November 19, 2013 by Cashmereheart

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Has your heart endured?

A Thousand Sensations

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, love letters, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 20, 2012 by Cashmereheart

He calls for me from his whispers, my soul aches for his passion…

Nectar rest on his sun barren lips, yet it is forbidden. For I do not witness, I cannot become consumed, for I slumber in harmony with promise. Does he flirt with my senses, brush by me with his smile, take refuge within hours of darkness with another………

Do I ponder, do I forget, or do I plunge into his arms, engulfing in flames of desires……..

Is the promise in my heart so tarnished, lonely, fragile, weaken and saturated with neglect, that he will imprison my restlessness……

My mind tiptoes across the movement of his tone, his craving wants and needs of love, blankets my soul. For undeniable pleasure is a tear drop away.

Xo Cashmereheart

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As he ………………

Posted in Love with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 1, 2012 by Cashmereheart

He closes his eyes and slumbers, as I lay, eyes wide open. My heart beats as one with his, as my hand gently runs through his auburn hair. I smile at him, I sense that he feels it with his soul. My tears fall upon a wounded soul, a heart so full of love, but oh so empty.

I quietly pray for him, His health, his mind, his worn out body, years being beaten, emotionally and physically.

His hard to love, yet he is everything to me. His love is unconditional for me, no matter the weather it doesn’t alter. Me, I have a gypsies heart, at the first sight of hurt, my cart is drawn and my heart becomes guarded, shall I travel that road again?

For the deeper the love, the deeper the pain. I close my eyes and regain consciousness. Reality now takes over, as darkness gives way to a new day. I hear his voice, ” I love you baby ” as he kisses me good morning. I roll over to his side, my face pressed against his pillow. I breathe him in and one more time, I know I’m going to be alright.

Sometimes the empty shadows are the hardest for me to handle. My mind wanders, as he slumbers.

Cashmereheart 2012

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Every Breath

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 5, 2012 by Cashmereheart

The light of love does not always shine bright, from his soul, but I know that he loves me, I am his world. As the sun closes at the end of day, my soul thirst for what I know he has hidden from sight. If he could witness how much I long for his gentleness, he would surly render on bended knee.

It makes my heart sad at times, that life passes him by and the love that he so has desired he doesn’t know how to receive.

For my breath of life is in him……

Cashmereheart

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Her heart better left untouched…….

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, love letters with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 7, 2012 by Cashmereheart

                                          

Her heart is fading; she witnesses it detached from her body, her insignificant silhouette exposed. Love becomes the pool of blood, she lies within, and it embraces her feeble remains drenched within oppression. Is this her fate?

  She loves him with everything that she is, but yet her feelings illustrate evidence, she is naught in his eyes, for if she was, he wouldn’t indulge her with such hatefulness. Her fragile spirit is concealed in the corner of their disheartened home. He doesn’t lengthen his palm in love or tend to her tears, or comfort her for the damages he has done. He seems to be imminent, often in an emotional threatening expression. His tone destroys her, he picks on her, he judges, he lashes out, and he tells her women don’t cry, where is your back bone. She hungers for intimately, yet his tones produces, find a whore. Should such vile words of expression flow from his untamed lips? She had risked it all, to come to him.

 How does her broken heart, maintain loving him, when his compassion level is that of a wild animal? How does she not become “Jaded “?  Her eyes become swollen beyond recognition, she has nowhere to turn. She gave him her heart, he promised to take good care of it, but he has allowed conditional love to control his mood swings, for his past controls his thoughts. 

She can dream and ponder thoughts of the man she fell in love with, but reality is “Blemishes in a hollow tree “there feels like, nothing is left. He constantly tells her, “I’m a good man “how does he know what that even is? His role model, someone whom treated him badly, picked on him, destroyed him at times, leaving him broken and bruised. But yet, her ears lend to the whispers, he also, was a good man.

Life is too short to live in pain, to feel the greatest broken heart that another human being can afflict on someone whom they say they love with all of their heart. Now she knows why, her heart was better left untouched.

She is exhausted; her tears emerge together within Gods streams, destination the endless sea. Is it too late to pick up the pieces, does she remember what her knees are for, or should she travel that lonely road again?

© Cashmereheart ~ Dani Thornton Stock

Let fall our garments,shield our bodies by means of Truth ~

Posted in Cashmereheart, Love, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 12, 2011 by Cashmereheart

Passion flares at the forbidden taste, which emerges upon the

foundation of innocent lips.

Take pleasure in, I have something to bestow you, a portion of

my heart, which you have longed for…

The afterthought remains overt; two hearts collide through

blamelessness of childhood magnificence.

Drizzling, Pink Sapphire kisses ~ showering from affectionate

colored skies, absorb within my flesh, like sweet-scented perfume

which envelopes the perimeter of thy heart.

Let fall our garments, shield our bodies by means of truth ~

truss our love, favorably on a magic carpet ride.

Destination, established dreams within mirror images, of two

souls enticing friction, sweet brow drippings designate a formula,

branded sweltering passion.

Lying amongst alabaster extremity, within unblemished

shallow meadows, my heart pulsates with the rhythm of your

smile.

For the hours of darkness are young, a rare find of childish

treasures, consummated after decades of searching, only to

detour back in time, en route for childhood magnificence.

Dani Thornton~Stock

Solitary Petal

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, love letters, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 18, 2011 by Cashmereheart

 

 

Each time your beautiful chocolate eyes scrutinize an elegant

 

scarlet rose, remember me…

 

As it thrives in the warmness of the sun ~ drinks of the rain for

 

its continued existence, remember me…

 

Your persisted love, has taught me to take in love, as my walls

 

tumble. Like that of the petals that have fallen softly to the

 

ground. Our hearts have endured many windstorms, many in

 

which have trampled my soul.

 

The delicate scent which lingers behind, in the coolest of

 

nights will by no means subside.

 

As my memories take a rest on makeshift bed of rose petals, I

 

will always remember how you took hold of this fragile heart ~

 

radiated love into this imperfection of a girl…

 

So, with every single rhythm of your heart, remember me…

 

As I, will by no means close my eyes to the love that we shared.

 

This solitary petal that you embrace within your palm is a

 

souvenir of my heart, for all eternity.

 

I resolve to forever ~ love you…