DO NOT KISS ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Do not kiss me
do not steal my heart
if you don’t thirst
for my heart and soul
as much as you thirst
for my body 

SCAR STORIES – THE MARKS OF LIFE——————A FANTASY RESPONSE POEM TO “YET YOU STAYED” BY GINA/SINGLEDUST

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

I SAW YOUR SCARS

BECAUSE I SEE YOU

BECAUSE I CANNOT

LOOK AWAY FROM YOU

 

YOUR HEART

AND YOUR SOUL

THEY THRILL ME

AS DOES EVERY

INCH OF YOUR SKIN

WE’LL BE KINDRED SPIRITS

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

My soul it is an eagle
come join me on the flight
across the clear blue skies
to the Edges of the Night

A FAIRY TALE FANTASTY

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

He took my wife
like a  villian
in a fairy tale
fantasy

like a black knight
on a stallion
he stole my love
from me

THE DREAM I DREAMED OF

By Charles Robert Lindholm

So many times I’ve struggled
so many people knew
I’d do the best I could
and somehow muddle through

MY TOUCHSTONE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Why is it that Love hurts?
Even when things are going right
Being apart puts a hurt on your heart
that’s like being held underwater

Being “In Love” makes silence painful
a crushing need and desire to hear the voice
of the one that soothes your soul

Is it the inner fear,
that feeling of anxiety
from childhood when the lights go out
that we are really alone?

Why do I long to hear Your Voice?
yearn for Your touch
desire to be with You
wrapped up in Your arms 

You are my Touchstone
You are home to me
being with You
reassures me
that I am not alone

I have faith in our love
and it is strong
but sometimes
in the darkness
without a light
in the middle of the night
I need to touch my Touchstone
so I know I’m not alone
or in a dream 

You are My Touchstone 

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CONCURRENT CHOOSING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I can choose you
but what does it matter
unless you choose me too 

THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT YOU

By Charles Robert Lindholm

there’s something about you
that even a blind man can see
there’s a joy in your soul
that even the deaf can hear

SHE HOPES FOR MORE

—-MEMORIES OF THE PAST—-

By Charles Robert Lindholm

she’s so loving
and yet unloved
so caring
though she’s neglected
she’s giving
but never given to
a beautiful lady
who lives life unadmired

I LEARNED OF LOVE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I thought I knew what love was
but I found out that’s not true
I lived with the illusions
so long, but never knew