Love Poems from the Gut and the Heart~

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Grace/Sunshine

Warm like the sun, he falls over me.

The heat of his body comforts the cold in my bones.

Shaking relentlessly from deep within, I am held.

Softened by the strength of his kindness,

I take gracefully, as he gives freely.





Deep Breath

~How do we find love without becoming fools, carrying our hearts in rucksacks on our backs for the journey? Do we keep ourselves safe by standing afar in observation? Or do we venture forward with shoulders back and breath open.

What the soul wants more than breath itself is to feel secure in knowing it is safe and is seen by another in it's totality, lovingly. To be understood.

This is love, maybe only in our minds does it truly exist, ideal and perfect...but it is the love the soul needs to breathe freely.



Love is the mist the sun makes from the water sitting on the earth... Ideal and perfect in it's cyclical relationship. ..just waiting to be inhaled and turned into light. Being truly loved is breathing for the soul~ ♥





Closer

Outside













What Love.





What is love? Real love that sets the heart afire, that sets the soul at ease?



True love, is the total and complete submission of one's heart to the beloved.

And in sync, it is done the same in reciprocity.



Even when you feel like throttling the other upon foul words and mistaken statements, there is a moment made up of small, quiet adjustments to the heart that allows it to keep beating wildly upon the entry of one's beloved into the room.



Even as your blood boils with boredom, your feet start facing the other direction...

the heart will open up and you'll remember that real love allows one to reap the bounty of those things that make sense, the moments of sheer joy and perfection that make our eyes smolder and glaze...



But the honest humility of love also reminds us to embrace all parts and when we are about to close up shop and head south, that it all goes together in one fumbling mess of ecstasy.





©6/19/10 by Danya Mosgofian









~I want the kind of love that fills the emptiness in my heart so that when it overflows and spills out, it fills up the rest of me~

Music to my ears.

My lover will sing to me. He will croon and moan until I fall.

Breathing hot sweet wind from his soul into me, and it will carry me deeper

into love, into places I've seen in my imagination when the sun hits my eyes when shades are low. Places I've never been.



And I will rise up to meet him, breath for breath inhaling, breathing out, inhaling deeper, into pure love.



Waiting patiently it will all make sense at once, pieces locking into themselves becoming one.And I will rise up to meet him, breath for breath inhaling, breathing out, inhaling deeper, into pure love.





©1/3/11





-The Beginnings of Love-Ready to Burn~We have just begun to build embers.Tiny blocks of fire burn with determination below cold bones up top.They whisper secrets of what will come. Utterances unsureof their own existence but enough movement to stir curiosity.At the moment, only coals and redness though.And they grow slowly, on purpose.Like angry men waiting in the shadows for revenge.These things take time.This fire, this passion, is going to take a long time to really be builtand take root. It will be formed in small bits.Before you know it, you'll be long gone in the thick of it.It will end up being the longest night of your life.Best steady ourselves and hold on.9/7/16©DanyaMosgofianWhen you're near me, as if without consciousness or effort,I crack open and a flood of gold pours out.Soft cells crumble into themselves and a flow within me grows easy.No longer stuck on staccato things seem right.Warmed by osmosis, simply by default and I am opened.No longer holding, on guard just in case, waiting on pause...I bend and fold like a canopy under the weight of limbs entwined.An ease of being takes over and I grow wider from within.Yet unseen on the outside, a lightness grows deep inside,showing the way that has stayed secret for too long.I now know that I can melt, so I do.©5/19/11 by Danya MosgofianOutside the wind blows stirring up dust inside.Churning and thoughts, memories and warmth beckons quietly, softly remindingme I am still tender and alive.Still inside.The house stands still, unmoving, unaffected save for a few shutters and branchesbeating diligently against the sides reminding this house, that it is still vulnerabledespite immovable. You cannot hold on forever.'Time will change you'...the wind says.Don't stay still for too long, you will forget how to flow.'Let me in', the wind says...'I come with.'I come with things. Things to remind us, things that break our hearts,things that stir our desires until we can no longer see straight aswe topple from side to side from too much resistance to the wind that wins.Soft and warm inside. Cold and strong outside.Bringer of things, bringer of more.Dust and stories laced into sharp crisp gusts that rush by,sewn into the wind.Carrier of too much, yet nothing but sounds to haunt.The wind blows as much as it pulls you in, like a vacuum bringing you down to earth in one final thud of humility.And when the noise dies down, sun breaks into sky, blinding us so we can see the light of day again.Stand up.Let the heat of the moment bolster you up like a fortress of warmth, opening your body like the shutters that once held back the night.Let in the light and bake your soul dry, stretching outwards to embrace what the wind was breaking at your sides to bring you.Quiet now wind...you've done enough.©5/10/11 by Danya Mosgofian, photo by Sean Daniels©3/10/10