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| Adorning |
In an unkempt corner – What remains of a spider’s web The hummingbird will take To cradle his eggs, Bind his nest With that dusty silk. |
Suzanne Bronson |
08/05/09 |
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| At Your Feet |
Do not come to me in the morning After a large and angry night Because there is nothing more to be said. I cannot lay my life at your feet For you to understand. |
Suzanne Bronson |
08/05/09 |
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| Haunting Melody |
Where is the man that is haunting Like a melody? For each song, Each strain, for each word unsaid; Will he be standing before me, With a stature and grace and be Someone that my soul already knows? |
Suzanne Bronson |
08/05/09 |
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| Of Passion and Music |
You will take my hand And give me yours In a single motion. In a night that will be Conveyed by touch And the ardors left In the tangles of my hair – I will kiss each sigh That lingers by the corners Of your mouth. When time will be… |
Suzanne Bronson |
05/14/09 |
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| Gather |
Help me to gather the madness That lies between us; Your kiss in my mouth And your voice in my head – Imprisoned by thought, Every breath has your name – Helpless in my own mind. |
Suzanne Bronson |
04/19/09 |
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| The Music |
There is a song for you Lying in my bed; One that waits To be written. A music – Shivering to be found. |
Suzanne Bronson |
04/19/09 |
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| Remind Me |
The next time we meet With that brief greeting, If my face should brush Past your unshaven cheek - Remind me to also covet That place where I lost my soul. |
Suzanne Bronson |
04/19/09 |
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| The Name Spoken |
But then she said your name. Calling your image, She brought your presence to her; An embrace of text That fell around her like a blanket. Her voice brought what Her heart had seen. And that name falling from her lips – Soothing, strengthening – I saw you standing next… |
Suzanne Bronson |
01/21/09 |
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| The Doorway |
And then I see you As a boy; Your back to the door, Sitting with the dust By the panels. Her death is grinding Like stone – very stone – And pulls your flesh apart. Too sad to speak, Too angry to cry. |
Suzanne Bronson |
01/21/09 |
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| Cold |
Rising from a sleep like a drunken man – Warm and wicked – The painful light of acquaintance. They call me by a name Not given by birth or baptism – That does not qualify me. A life left aside – Of SIDS and suicide, Murder and madness. A life… |
Suzanne Bronson |
01/21/09 |
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| Wineglass |
I wish I could be that Subtle play of light In your wineglass - The breeze around the edge, Painting legs from the rim, Tasting you as you are tasting me And slow to warm from the heat of your mouth. |
Suzanne Bronson |
10/30/08 |
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| Heaven |
Nobody sees that the camera made you With a power to reach And how much this image Captivates like new religion. You can sell heaven In just one smile. |
Suzanne Bronson |
10/30/08 |
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| Cast Away |
A mute and unwilling voice – A fire and a sword That has slept in my hand For the ghosts of love castaway. “If thy offend thee, pluck it out.” Still a bitter glow in my dark eyes - The pulling arrows; Ones not taken from Cupid’s quiver But penetrating… |
Suzanne Bronson |
10/30/08 |
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| Closed |
When love dies, it stands at the door Like a cold and crying child wanting to come in. When love dies, it is the seething poison in your veins. The thoughts stand up like bookends And holds the loneliness erect. When love dies, it is only the soul of an… |
Suzanne Bronson |
09/26/08 |
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| The Stage |
The wings – Material – The boards – The wood – My shadow is held offstage Until the walk under light. And somewhere between the shafts Of dust, will also Hang the rogation; A fragile curtain of skin. But when only the vents are on, This vessel – This place… |
Suzanne Bronson |
09/26/08 |
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| Of Glass and Steel |
For the Army of those Who dare to dream And for the dreams made real - The warriors of plans and tools. From the paper beginnings and The drafting of the dream - The apparition, the edifice To rise like shafts of light. The glass - a promise of light… |
Suzanne Bronson |
09/26/08 |
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| What Becomes Beautiful |
An artist will, sketchbook in hand, Stare and flatten each Human element to its nature – Its small nature. But what is mortal Must be loved in its entirety, With all its texture, Until it becomes beautiful. |
Suzanne Bronson |
08/25/08 |
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| Waking |
All the waking thoughts return Without you in our bed. Longing for your words Touching me in a whisper And that restless desire, Somewhere between my waist And the point of my hips – That space that fits your hand. |
Suzanne Bronson |
08/25/08 |
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| Water |
A glittering liquid pouring out To an inner, enclosing silence - And I’ll carve my devotions In the gentle water Or your pink champagne. And I feel you draw me into it Like salvation – A promise to be found. |
Suzanne Bronson |
07/16/08 |
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| The Wasp |
My envy of flight and paper Hangs in midair; Buzzes around my head. Delicate wings not made for distance And structure not made to last. The thing that I hate to need And need to hate. |
Suzanne Bronson |
07/16/08 |
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| The Kiss |
I will watch your eyes When I kiss you Hoping to receive your sight. And after I give Every ounce of myself, I will watch your eyes When I kiss you. |
Suzanne Bronson |
07/16/08 |
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| The Song Unstrung |
The magic of you is that Your poetry is a song unstrung. I look at you and cannot know What is that beautiful armor – That outer shell. Or how much patience, tolerance, And sighs it takes for you To get through just one single day. |
Suzanne Bronson |
06/15/08 |
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| Your Name |
Waiting until I was alone, Whispering your name over and over. And then, from a distance An ember of thought That swells in my unconscious. And I say your name again and again Until it leaves my body like a breath. |
Suzanne Bronson |
06/15/08 |
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| Solvent |
The illusion of work and wages – A thing that is had Or needs to be, A thing between the fear And a hope that hangs me. I’ve drowned like timber standing Of a tactile worry – The slow saturation of my children’s eyes. I’ve ignited the prospect, the possible,… |
Suzanne Bronson |
06/15/08 |
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| Essence |
This breach of heat that overwhelms me And starts from just behind my heart – A bond that brings you a step away. And when I put these thoughts to bed They do not become dreams – It is an essence of you – an essence of me – I… |
Suzanne Bronson |
05/17/08 |
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| The Silence |
Will you kiss me And let your eyes tell me the rest? Will the sigh in your embrace Reveal what is in the silence? You press me so close, I feel your heart beating against mine – A gentle rhythm in sync. What more need for words, my love, What… |
Suzanne Bronson |
05/17/08 |
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| Softly |
With a fragrance that can fill even my mouth, So many underfoot – The fallen fruit by the river bank. As sweet as the smell of your skin. Softly, my search has taken me here – Waiting to touch the inside of your hand, To kiss the sweat from your… |
Suzanne Bronson |
05/17/08 |
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| Say It Will Be |
Say there will come a time When my hair will lie across his breast And I will hear his heart beating Instead of it calling to mine At a distance. Say there will come a time When I will know The taste of his mouth And I can give myself… |
Suzanne Bronson |
03/10/08 |
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| Sanctify |
You were only a breeze That thread through my fingers – Insisting and penetrating – That shivers of sex. Your denial cleaner than blank, White paper – Better than flesh – Afraid, afraid, never free; Yet enduring in tastes and smells. Your cravings have not weathered me. I write of… |
Suzanne Bronson |
03/10/08 |
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| The Art |
Into my eager eyes – The control on canvas, The caress of marble – Of skin, components, and ideals. The muscles and emotion Of creator and created From the dust that is ourselves. My eyes will hold you As long as justice will allow. Yet if my self be as… |
Suzanne Bronson |
03/10/08 |
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| The White Sin |
Why is it you Whose body calls to mine? Behind your eyes That same rabid desire. The sin never realized – Filling, wanting, waiting – That handful of flame. And yet the burning is enough. The ash would fill my mouth – A taste – where Your name and kiss… |
Suzanne Bronson |
02/13/08 |
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| The Jaguar |
It was lent to me From the jaguar’s eyes Met in a turning glance; And in her walk – her shoulders – Before me, like spades traversing earth. This, the corporeal unsheathed edge Extending my reach – This, the rapier accrued to me, Wheeled high overhead. |
Suzanne Bronson |
02/13/08 |
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| The Ocean Dry |
Emotion revealed Is an ocean dry. When your words Choke for a vent, As a fish for Liquid life. When the salt Dries to your cheek, Like an exposed Rock. Nothing worse Than the long pause – I reach for you And life sifts Through my hands Like so many… |
Suzanne Bronson |
02/13/08 |
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| Harvest |
If I could find you Past that spoilt harvest Of greener grass; Would you Gather me up like a bouquet And I will come to you like a fragrance. |
Suzanne Bronson |
01/04/08 |
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| Backstage |
Backstage – live theatre, A confusing joint out of joint, Held together by the powerful Muscles of gentle hands. Hands that cupped the chin of A youth filled actor’s smile; these same hands Forced nails to wood, fulfilled A Director’s dream – fused a small edifice. The work, the work,… |
Suzanne Bronson |
01/04/08 |
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| I Believe |
I believe in the motion from the small Of a man’s back, in folds of skin And the scent of passion – Of a warm breath against my cheek Covered by a kiss – The silence, the sighs, and whispers – The shades and color of flesh – Of your… |
Suzanne Bronson |
12/06/07 |
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| Living Lie |
I unravel you and see nothing but a living lie – The crumbs of endless winter – Your latest mistake. Your dreams become lies When you don’t follow through – Only something half thought, half felt. And you lend to me the fear I do not want. |
Suzanne Bronson |
12/06/07 |
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| Silent |
Don’t leave when I am silent – When my heart can only reach for you. Don’t turn that corner – Walk away – Slip away from me. I get lost in the language of your eyes and Only my thoughts can linger In the place I want to be –… |
Suzanne Bronson |
12/06/07 |
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| Inside Out |
What your heart sees of this world, That is how I know you – The thoughts, the feeling emotion – Filtering through the trappings Of your soul, Emerging colorless and fitting Against your skin – The usage of what I need to know. 2007 Suzanne Bronson |
Suzanne Bronson |
11/07/07 |
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| Circle |
Let me take you in a circle – A never ending circle – I’ll take in all parts of you And you will take in mine. Enclose you – all in one embrace – One encircling embrace – Where all things heal and are possible; My outreaching arms fit you.… |
Suzanne Bronson |
11/07/07 |
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| Allure of the Sun |
That outward force of light Has become all my eyes can see – That directing motion – influence – Without explanation – without a name – And the gravity pulls At that place behind my soul. I could have felt you across the Universe. But what I feel is Unknown… |
Suzanne Bronson |
11/07/07 |
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| Star Gazing |
The stars come down like curtains In the night And all the dark creatures Hear me say in a whisper, Say with a tear, “Come home to me, my love, come home.” |
Suzanne Bronson |
10/08/07 |
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| Objet d’art |
To wrap in ribbons this view of my life – Across that bridge of sweet air Standing in the ravines – all to find you. A camera replaces your soft grey / green eyes – Imperfect, synthetic light waves. Of the burning hills, a still digging, biting hard – with… |
Suzanne Bronson |
10/08/07 |
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| Morning |
You and the sun do not ask to be full of light – A soft and velvet morning that can still spread a fire, A divine and winsome aching. The magic is in that motion, In the way that it touches me. |
Suzanne Bronson |
09/04/07 |
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| That Place Where You Live Inside of Me |
You leave little pieces scattered – Each time, every time – Left behind like forgotten things. They build themselves inside of me To a supple, level plane Just behind my soul. |
Suzanne Bronson |
09/04/07 |
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| The Poetry In Us |
There is poetry with us – In the way our bodies fit together, In the sounds that we make As lovers, In the curving grip of your fingers Thread through my hair, The look of contentment in your eyes – Poetry in proving the value. |
Suzanne Bronson |
09/04/07 |
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| The Darkness In You |
There is a darkness in you That is not evil. It is only smoke Born of mistrust. And I could find you With my other senses To guide me - Could find you - If only you would allow. |
Suzanne Bronson |
06/28/07 |
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| This Gift |
This gift that fell from you - Something surpassing lovers, coupling, and embraces; A passion inside me that does not explain or fulfill A seed of inspiration Growing inside me like a child - That never leaves me. |
Suzanne Bronson |
06/28/07 |
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| A Vague Connection |
In a vague connection My senses already know you - I feel you under my fingers, My heart beats wth yours And I am welcome to that world Behind your eyes - However ardent - However credent - |
Suzanne Bronson |
06/28/07 |
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