Poetry: Sheltering

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

Let me enter your shelter.

Let me bathe your arms

With my salty streams.

Let me feel the warmth

Of your pillar’s strong.

Let them be what soaks

Up the tears of my heart.

 

Let me be,

Just let me be

In your sheltering.

 

When I can’t breathe in this world

When I can’t touch the stars

When I feel too far from home,

Let me come to you and find the place

I’ve been longing for,

My sweet sheltering.

 

Let me enter your sanctuary.

Let me soak in your love.

Let me stand unashamed

With naked trusting soul.

Let me shower in your

Endearing tenderness.

 

Let me feel the presence

Of your heartbeat steady.

Let me hear the echoing

There upon your chest.

Let me feel the rhythm strong.

Let me enter this divine,

Complete peacefulness.

 

Let me be,

Just let me be

In your sheltering.

 

For when I can’t breathe in this world

And when all I see is the dark

When I’m longing to come home

When I feel too far gone,

Comfort me with your heart.

Comfort me with your arms

Be my sheltering.

 

My love, forever you will be,

My rock, my steady heartbeat

Eternal cord to my heart,

My sweet sheltering.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

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Poetry: Her Choosing

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

She let his hands

Caress her neck

Slowly sliding

Down.

 

She let his lips

Press soft her neck

Slowly sliding

Down.

 

She let his hands

Undo her hair

Slowly falling

Down.

 

She let his hands

Unclasp her dress

Slowly falling

Down.

 

She let her walls

Always known refusing

Finally falling

Down.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

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Poetry: Rare Soul

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

Not a business deal

Not a credit card transaction

Pause wait a moment

Wait, this is real.

 

Real soul,

Real beauty,

Real time,

Nothing worth fair

Negotiating.

Everything worth

More patient waiting.

 

Not a checklist

Not a blind decision

Pause wait a moment

She is real.

 

Real soul

Real beauty

Nothing worth fair

Negotiation

Everything worth

More patient waiting.

 

Hold your breathe

Savour slow

Let her trust you know

Her priceless worth.

 

She, the rare soul

A lifetime dance

Hasn’t been told

Hasn’t been showed

Such luxury yet.

 

So tread wisely,

And see her with eyes

Never seen before.

Touch her with grace

Never given before.

Love her with truth

Never spoken before.

 

She, the rare soul

Waiting for the beautiful

Waiting for the truthful

Waiting for the honourable.

 

She, the rare soul

Looking to live

Looking to give

Looking to love

With no regrets.

 

The broken yet beautiful

Souls waiting to merge

Souls craving to be

United together,

Forever vow.

 

Not a fling

Not a one nighter

Not a item to be used

Not a trophy wife

Nothing so trite.

 

She holds

Her value

Clutches close

Keeps coming back to it

When torn apart.

 

Don’t take lightly

Believe only in full

The depth inside

Rare soul’s treasure

Lifetime love.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

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Poetry: Hold My Hands

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

First hold my hands

And know their feel

Know the streets of lines

Creased with the beauty

Age and time.

 

Know my hands

How they fit in yours

Know the warmth they long to find

Being relaxed, being assured

You are who

You say you are.

 

You’ll know my hands

If your heart is true

You’ll know the language

Of every squeeze I do.

 

You’ll know me well

If you took the time

To let me trust

You’d hold my hands

And then my heart.

 

So if you hold my hands,

Let it be a symbol of truth

Let it be the sign of kindness.

Let it be the voice speaking

Of you.

 

Someone who is willing

Someone who is ready

Someone who is able

To hold both my hands

And the whole of my heart.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

 

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