Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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Your voice, like a river rippling, waves of goose bumps, awaken my inner spirit, fill me with delight. Your gaze, magnetic, blue moonlight bright, clear as the evening night, gently captures my inner light. Your heart, speaks softly, soulfully, whispering faithfully, sometimes silently, but never in spite. Your touch, captivating, tranquil, slight, caressing me slowly,…
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Loving you is like pressing my earto the hollow of your wrist,as if the rhythm therecould teach me how to breath.Your lips on mine are like a secretI’ve always known,as if every pause and sighwas written into my bones.Being in your arms is like sinking into a roomonly for us,only our heartbeats.Your touch lingers like…
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When you draw me in,the room fractures into color,violet storms,amber spirals,a chorus of fallinggleaming stars.Somewhere in that strangebrightnessour hearts slip theirboundariesand learn a wilder shape.
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Your smile was an applique pressed onto the morning, a bright patch hiding the frayed places.My thoughts ran in crooked backstitch, looping around themselves,unable to move cleanly forward.We walked the bias of truth, tilted, slanted, never quite straight,held together only by fragile binding of good intentions.A memory spun inside of me, a restless bobbin winding…
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You come to melike a midnight orchid,unfurling only in shadowswhere my name trembleson the edge of your petalsYour words brush my skin,soft as rose-silk,dangerous as thorns.I lean closer,letting your breathtrace the rim of my longinglike a fingertip circlingthe mouth of a lily.You open slowly,deliberately,as though revealing color.An act of devotion,and I ache to touchyour secret…
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Lips crash into mine -a storm breaking open fleshhunger without a pause Your nails down my back raking fire down my body I burn willingly Breath tangled, stolen your mouth claiming every gasp I drown in the glideHip against hipthe rhythm hard, unhiddennight shakes with our pulse Sweat drips between us heat folds like molten…
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Some mornings I wake in a world stitched shut.Sound sealed, behind a frosted window.Other days, a thin crack opens slightly.It’s just enough for a murmur of living to slip in.It sneaks in like, a timid animal.I read people’s lips the way others read the weather.The slight curve of a vowel,the storm-glint of a consonant.Mouths flicker…
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Some days silence seals me tight, a locked-glass world, a vanished night.Other days, sound threads its waythrough thin cracks, of half-lit days. I read your lips – each curve, each flare,a cloud mouth shaping fragile air.Your words bloom open, soft and slow;I catch the ones that choose to grow. But behind me waits the quiet…
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She tells me in whispersthe secrets I want to know.She shows by examplethe way I want to care for others.She rests peacefully in waysI wish to be still.She breaths in the air of lifeas do I, with great passion.She has become timelessand never far.
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Our love is like the flow of Water and gravity.
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Her skin pink and satinTrapped nude in a secret vault.I lavish her sweetlyShe moans and begins to quiver.Her dazzling sapphire eyesSwoon over meI whimper.A virgin begins to charmLike a candle made of potion.A rare ruby shinningDances in the mirrorSubtly hypnotizing.She tastes like sugar and honeycomb.Her taught fingersCaressing languorously.Sunset like a fireEngulfs me.The evening torrentsAn aphrodisiac.We…
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My DarlingYour fingertipsThe Slightest touchMy skin ripplingGoose bumps ariseLike prickly pearsGive way to Sizzling fireA Desperate acheA Primitive desireMy Neck becomesA Bountiful harvestTaste of SweetNectarI Lay in waitBegging youBlowing breathYour tongueTingling of heatMy BodyAn HourglassFull of Voluptuous curvesMy Gentle bosomSoft as silkElectrifying splendorBlood pulsatingTaught and tightHypnotizing ecstasyYour BodyPleading meBy Perfect designMy delightOur Madness penetratesA Primitive…
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We are glowing togetherA smile that lasts day and nightWhether separate or apartThe heart crack is wide openWe are at the centerExploring the edges of loveI am hereYou are nearLove is grand with youMy graceYour strengthWill carry us today and tomorrowLove unfolding naturallyAcceptance draws us nearUnconditional love fulfills usA love story is being writtenOur future…
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A poem written for a lovely woman who passed away yesterday. She lives in our heart and soul. She is loved by many and her memory will be carried on for many years to come. I celebrate her as a dear friend and like a mother.
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He tells me I am as precious as a gemI am like a brilliant star in the skyShinning bright and full of lifeThat my soul shimmersAnd that I am full of delightI am his belovedAnd his treasureHe is blessed beyond measureThis love enlightens my soulAnd makes me feel wholeThat I am a graceful ladyAnd he…
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My Dearest Lani, My darling, my wild muse – your name hums against my skin like a struck chord of twilight. Your Handlebar mustache, and a mischievous curl, you ride through my thoughts as wind through tall grass. Your olive eyes, green with fire, I drown there willingly, living past reflection, where silence holds me…
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DisillusionedSmoking cigarettes Drunk at 3:00 a.m.Spinning into nothingnessWith whiskey in my handHookers walk strangeYellow streetsWomen who fear intimacyOr falling in loveDepravedDepressed mannequinsAre consumedGuilt and shame asunderThey dance in their Tangerine slippersUnder a hopelessMoonlight
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I inhale Your Intoxicating fragrance Pheromones entice Lingering passion Sun and sky sweet I am delirious Dancing in your Wakening melodies Bouquet of pearly white peaks I Awake In your quicksand soil Scattering seeds Delicate sea legs Wobbly wooden stalks Germinating roots I am a newborn flower Porcelain Fragile, Fertile foliage I swallow Your clear spring geyser Brisk diamond water…
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She is ivory like linenkissed by dawnhe is tan like sand warmed by the sun.They hear canaries singoutside their windowsas a flamingo skyunfolds.He says,”Grab your camera -we must catch themagnificent sky.”Together, they run,chasing brilliance,feeling it pulsein their eyes.Tranquil they stand,delighting in the sky,as light spills over like paintfrom an artist’s hand.They cherish the moment,of this…
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She planted violates with callused hands and a summer and winter suntan. Soft-spoken strength in every bloom. I watch unsure if I would ever grow a garden, or a voice or a room to hold the gifts she held plain. It took forty years to see the soil she turned was also mine. That I…
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I am yes, Enchanted.By the grace that flows from her fingertips.Enchanted yes, by the brisk clarity of the dark, winter night stars.By the same summer evenings, they seem so close.Enchanted yes, by the movement in the waters. Her hands in the bath and the thunder and rainbows given by the grand lady Vernal Falls.I am…
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When I was twenty years old I spent twenty-four hours in labor with my first son. He was so large that the doctor told me that he would have to break his shoulders if I could not push him out. Two nurses jumped on my stomach after forceps and a vacuum and hanging from a…
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Salt sweat from the neck of someoneI loved too hard.Spiced cigarettes, lust andthe slow summerwe forever made before our last goodbye.Gasoline on denimthe aftertaste of rebellion.When we rode fast intonowhere laughing likegods who forgot theycould die.Lilac after rain.The perfume of forgivenessa soft, clean lacerising with my body likea memory turned gentle.The slow rot of goodbye.
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I am drawn to you likeThe stars to the midnight skiesThe Earth to the burning sunWater to thirsting flowersI am comfortable with you likeAn old pair of bootsA faded pair of jeansMy favorite sweater and scarfI am at peace with you likeSitting in a boat in the middle of a lakeTaking a walk in silence…
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“King of the Hill” you begin to playYou bump, bump, bump and swayYou see a perfect high landing spotOn an upside-down horse troughYou hop, jump and fly slowly through mid-airYour small hooves landing easily on two pairsYou strut your stuff on the cold steel effortlesslyShowing your body strength and dancing dexterityAs you put on your…
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I tap-dance on egg-shells in my ballet shoes.They whisper across the floor.Omitting noise that might entice a temper.I find a hide-a-way in a hole.My heart, soul, and pen arecontrolling the inner-chaoswith a key that empowers me. Dedicated to those who have or who are in domestic violent relationships. You are not a victim, you are…
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Is it a dream or distant memory?An Italian Concerto beginsThe alto singer bellowsA passionate tale Proud and stout He commands attention A classic narcissistic symphony Balancing a tight-rope A thunderous crescendo begins Drums rattle and roll Strumming your violin You tip, waddle and fall Boom, Bang, Ting, Tang A symphony of broken things Your white…
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Long after we metStill standing in foreverOur kindred spirits releasedBeyond our wildest desiresTo find love alone togetherFor I found you thereIn nights glow lightsFull of moon beamsShed of inhibitionsWith no one to seeI kissed you secretlyUnder the naked treeWebbed in shadowsEmbraced yet still freeFor I found you thereIn the warmth of the eveWithout a summer…
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When marionettes are dancing and prancing,voracious appetites are searching.Tumbling, fumbling and mumbling.Blackouts imminent, guilty pleasures abide,pick-up artists catch befallen angels andpick up the pieces as morning arrives.
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The author reflects on a lifelong struggle with sorrow, feeling unable to awaken their heart to joy. This deep sense of isolation is emphasized by the idea that all their love has been solitary, highlighting a profound connection to both sadness and loneliness from childhood.
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Her petals are pink with white tipsShe is in full bloom.I crawl to herShe hypnotizes me.She is a precious pearlShe is dripping with fragrance and fresh cream.Just let me stay nearShe opens a new flowerAs I quiver.Her pheromones enticeShe envelopes my presenceShe is part of me.As I am, of herI will returnEach new day and…
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She bared to him her coveted soulPrepared to be shunned .Instead she is accepted unconditionally.Her scars deep, he leads her to the lightA new journey begins.He incites her passion, through his wisdom and poetry.He helps her see beauty againShe must live again.
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My lover lay on my bosomI feed him from withinHe holds meThere is no separationHe leaves for the daytimeSome nights aloneHe returns to meAs pure as when we partedMy lover
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The poem reflects a deep emotional connection between two individuals. One person listens to the other’s pain, represented by a thorn, and acts to remove it. Despite not expressing her distress, the act of compassion leads to the narrator’s own tears, highlighting empathy and shared suffering.
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Her breasts translucentHer nipples erectHer hips wide and curvyThey smell of lifeHer lips searchingHe stiffensHis mustache debonairShe chases him as they sit togetherHis lips voluptuousThey know where to goHis eyes mesmerizingShowing strengthPalm to palmWaiting for her to feelHer heart wide openShe opens to releaseWhat he is asking forThey pour togetherShe catches himShe sings a love…
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Let me lay my head on your shoulderLay me on a bed of rosesKiss meI’ll be wearing whiteSing me a love songFor I love you soI don’t want anybody else but youLove me and make me feel aliveHold me close and tightMy heart falls wide openCome to me and enterBring your magic touchAs I whisper…
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Tears are nearYou can cry on my chestMy skin would take your tears insideI would keep themTake them nowI have never known such loveI never knew it could existI give you a place to cryBut moreBecause on me, your tears would just be going homeYou see I love them from within
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Like peach blossoms As lovely as daffodils In the purest hope of spring My heart-strings follow each strum of a harp Your voice a hypnotic melody. I leap like a cricket At the whisper of your name The evening floats On a great parrot wing. I am comforted With you by my side I hold…
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We are like a pendulum that is counting the minutes until me meet again. We are like sunbursts finding the sundial that tells us when we meet again. Time is a thief to us. Though our love is timeless. The moment becomes our future. We gather in tandem to be close again. Ever widening our…
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He tells me I am as precious as a gem I am like a brilliant star in the sky Shinning bright and full of life That my soul shimmers And that I am full of delight I am his beloved And his treasure He is blessed beyond measure This love enlightens my soul And makes…
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou 