Robert Davidson

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I am from Melbourne, Australia and am interested in writing all types of poetry and short stories. I would like to exchange comments and criticisms with other writers. My other interests include music, singing, acting, theatre, philosophy and history. I enjoy intelligent conversation with a good exchange of ideas and opinions. I am agnostic about religion and cynical re politics.
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DROP ON MY HEART A ROSE
by Robert Davidson
My voice breaks against those lips of thine,
Before I leave for war I must implore
Let me love you gently your first time
As dumb-tongued my love to you expose.
And then I'll return to thee once more
To bring to thy heart a rose.
I long to merge myself in you
And lie with you all my last long night
Making each to the other fit true;
While my love's deep wonder to you shows
Heady passion given for your delight.
I leave with your heart a rose.
You laugh as in my fond arms you fall
As you respond with your passion pent.
But before I answer the bugle's call
I want us to lie entwined in still repose
As in mad delight sublimely spent
You press to my heart a rose.
As the war rages on I see you yet
Mourning red-eyed your lost love. I cry aloud
'If I die, I know you'll not forget
For on our troth one request I must impose:
If I am swathed in the silence of a shroud,
Then drop on my heart a rose.'
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DROP ON MY HEART A ROSE by Robert Davidson My voice breaks against those lips of thine, Before I leave for war I must implore Let me love you gently your first time As dumb-tongued my love to you expose. And then I'll return to thee once more To bring to thy heart a rose. I long to merge myself in you And lie with you all my last long night Making each to the other fit true; While love's deep wonder to you shows Heady passion given for your delight. I leave with your heart a rose. You laugh as in my fond arms you fall As you respond with your passion pent. But before I answer the bugle's call I want us to lie entwined in still repose As in mad delight sublimely spent You press to my heart a rose. As the war rages on I see you yet Mourning red-eyed your lost love. I cry aloud 'If I die, I know you'll not forget For on our troth one request I must impose: If I am swathed in the silence of a shroud, Then drop on my heart a rose.' Copyright 2005 http://www.robertdavidson.blogsource.com
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Tonight I walk the beach to the stone jetty where my boat is moored. Moonlight caressing waves causes a quivering pulsation of light over water. Looking out over the curve of the bay I see the moth-like figure of a girl dancing on the shore. She pirouettes, advancing retreating, as moonlight waves wash shimmering sand. A slight wind from the sea blows through her hair moulding her dress to her body. Her movements captivate. She comes up to me and all woman she is. Her breasts rise and fall as she speaks and we soon become as one - pressed together in the dance, my love-kiss finding her mouth. The white moon at full inspires emotion and for a night she becomes my passion as smooth the bare flesh I feel her body surrender. She cries as sensuality washes over her in multiple waves. Her breath warm in my ear. This is where I belong, spoke my heart. But many are the moods of the moon, the wind having risen with the turn of the tide. And as a moonbeam glides across a wave, she slips from me saying, I never said forever. My heart sinks like a stone flung into a deep pool. She drifts away from me, a withered leaf on the edge of a storm. My passion shipwrecked, my voice - a drowning sailor’s call.
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And They Thought She Had Missed Out On Love. They called her an old maid Said Maud never had the chance to test her virtue Said she was like a pressed flower in a book. But little did they know - You just didn't boast about it when she was young. As she moved in the garden She touched a crocus - its little golden phallus pressing the air And allowed her mind to flicker Amongst the tufts and wands of plants in the garden - And that red curved thorn on the rose bush. Suddenly there were images...alternating in the dancing sunlight The past popping up in embarrassing guise Often with landslides of emotion. 'Did you sleep with him?' she heard them ask. 'Well, you have to when there's a war on,' she had said. And then there was that Senator Had a heart-attack whilst on the job And died astride Her dimpled milk-white knees. Often she would find herself Giving way to her inner nature after a few brandies When naked as the moonlight She would wrestle with a young man in the garden In an inferno of love. One doesn't last forever, she had always thought And I'm not as young as I was And knew a spasm of relief she was still desirable. And as she grew older Lust continued in fantasy and dream Dreams of flesh to be rubbed against flesh And inserted into flesh. And now as she sat alone in the garden Little did they know Her freckle-encrusted cleavage Was bursting-bursting with unspoken love. Copyright 2005 http://www.robertdavidson.blogsourc e.com
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She stood in a shadowed doorway Awaiting the appointed time of delight Eyes mocking love as Lips of lust gleam in a moon-blanched night.She stood in a shadowed doorway When I shattered the dark with a light Claiming a fierce kiss on The porcelain pallor of a face so white. She stood in a shadowed doorway The touch of her body against mine stuns As our sexes meet Vaster than explosions of burst suns. Our lone paths cross, then are blown apart forever As I got what I wanted, and she her cash did recover. The scowl of pleasure's lips now scorn me ever Point down to the pit, mocking this sated lover. She stood in a shadowed doorway Her look of reproach unnerves, conceives A cool challenge while My lust blew away like dead winter leaves. Copyright 2005
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She stood in a shadowed doorway Awaiting the appointed time of delight Eyes mocking love as Lips of lust gleam in a moon-blanched night. She stood in a shadowed doorway When I shattered the dark with a light Claiming a fierce kiss on The porcelain pallor of a face so white. She stood in a shadowed doorway The touch of her body against mine stuns As our sexes meet Vaster than explosions of burst suns. Our lone paths cross, then are blown apart forever As I got what I wanted, and she her cash did recover. The scowl of pleasure's lips now scorn me ever Point down to the pit, mocking this sated lover. She stood in a shadowed doorway Her look of reproach unnerves, conceives A cool challenge while My lust blew away like dead winter leaves. Copyright 2005
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And They Thought She Had Missed Out On Love. They called her an old maid Said Maud never had the chance to test her virtue Said she was like a pressed flower in a book. But little did they know - You just didn't boast about it when she was young. As she moved in the garden She touched a crocus - its little golden phallus pressing the air And allowed her mind to flicker Amongst the tufts and wands of plants in the garden - And that red curved thorn on the rose bush. Suddenly there were images ... alternating in the dancing sunlight The past popping up in embarrassing guise Often with landslides of emotion. 'Did you sleep with him?' she heard them ask. 'Well, you have to when there's a war on,' she had said. And then there was that Senator Had a heart-attack whilst on the job And died astride Her dimpled milk-white knees. Often she would find herself Giving way to her inner nature after a few brandies When naked as the moonlight She would wrestle with a young man in the garden In an inferno of love. One doesn't last forever, she had always thought And I'm not as young as I was And knew a spasm of relief she was still desirable. And as she grew older Lust continued in fantasy and dream Dreams of flesh to be rubbed against flesh And inserted into flesh. And now as she sat alone in the garden Little did they know Her freckle-encrusted cleavage Was bursting - bursting with unspoken love. Copyright 2005 by Robert Davidson
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And they thought she had missed out on love. They called her an old maid Said Maud never had the chance to test her virtue Said she was like a pressed flower in a book. But little did they know - You just didn't boast about it when she was young. As she moved in the garden She touched a crocus - its little golden phallus pressing the air And allowed her mind to flicker Amongst the tufts and wands of plants in the garden - And that red curved thorn on the rose bush. Suddenly there were images... alternating in the dancing sunlight The past popping up in embarrassing guise Often with landslides of emotion. 'Did you sleep with him?' she heard them ask. 'Well, you have to when there's a war on,' she had said. And then there was that Senator Had a heart-attack whilst on the job And died astride Her dimpled milk-white knees. Often she would find herself Giving way to her inner nature after a few brandies When naked as the moonlight She would wrestle with a young man in the garden In an inferno of love. One doesn't last forever, she had always thought And I'm not as young as I was And knew a spasm of relief she was still desirable. And as she grew older Lust continued in fantasy and dream Dreams of flesh to be rubbed against flesh And inserted into flesh. And now as she sat alone in the garden Little did they know Her freckle-encrusted cleavage Was bursting - bursting with unspoken love. Copyright 2005
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A loose gown in which her flesh swam free Fascinated Your eyes resting diffidently, the full white breasts The shadowed cleft Your mind searching the unknown Hesitated, resisted Locked within the closed circle of yourself. Broken into tears She moaned your name against your mouth Said her old man had deserted the year before. You saw Silver tears sliding down the sad moonlit face. She said you were too withdrawn within yourself You kept to your room, too much alone, she said. And so lost Lying on your bed, reading Schopenhauer late at night You were reading everything yet could believe in nothing, you said. She clinging to you with her mouth Arousing. Inflaming flesh. You losing the will to resist You would solve the mystery of yourself, you thought As your bodies took the shapes of p*ssion You would come out of yourself in this long waited moment. She searching your boy's body for the lost images of youth The skin stretching transparently on your ribs She making a moaning, loving sound While taking the taste of you with her tongue - And you holding tightly the muscles of her plump white thighs As interlocked her body became as one with yours. When you opened your eyes Your room. your books still preserved their apparent shapes Despite long shadows in p*ols of early morning light She was as a rock to which we cling, you thought She was the rock of love On which we all have founded, you further thought. And as you wandered deeper into yourself, no longer lost You felt you'd slithered down a solid slope. sensible Of a dream-time womb in smooth transparent skin While she lay prone and spent on you - And for a moment you felt as wise as God. Love? - an equation for two bodies - Or the subtler colloquy of disparate souls? by Robert Davidson
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