LOVE/ROMANCE





                   L&H
                                      
              Love and Hate.
              Eternal twins,
              fraternal enemies.
              Born together,
                        
                           Two sides
                           on the 
                           same coin.
                          
              Separate
              but inseparable.
                          
                           Yet soluble,
                           the one
                           dissolving into
                           the other
                          
              Through
              circumstance
              or changed
              perception.
                          
                           Love and Hate,
                           tickets
                           to Heaven
                           or Hell.
                       
             		   Choose carefully......
                          
                          
                          
               (c)John Holt 13-Apr-1998
                           


     ONLY IN A DREAM

Was it only in a dream
the we became the perfect seam,
where hearts were sewn
without a hitch
        and Love was joined in flawless stitch?

Was it only in a dream
that we both found the ideal scheme
where you and I, twin souls combined,
	were held in that most perfect bind?

Was it only in a dream
I once held you,
        my sweetest Queen?......	


(c) 29-APR-1998





      PHAROAH-DREAM

      My lassitude has nothing to do
      with over-work.

      In my dream-state, trance, I dance
      attentive to your call.
      Never thought love could freeze me,
      please me, embalming my senses.

      I was wrong..
      Your siren song hangs in my mind,
      catching me, making me blind
      to all other things.

      Build me a sarcophagus.
      Paint it gold and azure blue.
      Decorate the edges with precious stones
      to match the color of your eyes.

      Let me enter that tomb of hope.
      Timelessly I wait for you.

    (c)John Holt 05-AUG-1998




                           LIVING FLAME

	       It was your mind which first attracted me,
	       Your thoughts and words with all their clarity

	       I did not have a picture of your face
	       Yet fell in love with you in Time & Space

	       And oh! the ecstasy inside that `frame`.
	       You were my opium and my living flame.

	       Can Love survive if Lovers never meet?
	       I cannot tell - but know our moment was *so* sweet.



	       (c)John Holt 1998 



                   LOVE IS ELECTRIC                    
                   
                   You arrive
                   like a cool breeze,
                   swirling
                   around my head.
  
                          I read your words
                          and imagine
                          your
                          sensual side -
         
                   that inner part
                   you hide
                   to protect yourself.
                   from strangers
                   like me.
         
                           But
                           even though
                           you do
                           this 
                           I understand

                   and hold
                   a picture
                   of you
                   in my mind.
 
                           And in time -
                           how do I
                           know
                           I will not fall
                           for you
                           in some strange way     
                           because
                           I loved your words?
  
                   Eventually,
                   you might
                   build a bridge
                   to my heart
                   and never
                   be aware
                   you did so.     
 
                           In my thoughts
                           I can dream
                           of how you
                           look,
                           or sound,
                           or smell.

                   Perhaps you
                   have the
                   rich perfume
                   of Summer about you
                   dancing
                   on your skin,
  
                           or the
                           heady scent 
                           of Spring days?
   
                   But maybe
                   you are
                   Winter`s child?
                   Strong and beautiful,
                   all ice
                   and frost
                   on the outside,
                   waiting
                   for fire and heat
                   to melt
                   your
                   winter coating?
 
                           I do not know -
                           -but I imagine
                           you are
                           all these things
                           and I must be
                           content
                           with
                           imagination...
       
 (c)John Holt 15-JUN-1998



      SHADOW IN MY DREAMS

      In the first light
      of dawn this day
      I thought about you,
      golden girl,
      shadow in my dreams.

      Sun, pouring through
      the trees,
      dapples specks
      of amber coins
      on to my balcony.
      A platform projecting
      from the wall.

      The ballustrade along
      its outer edge
      stops me falling,  
      as I look out
      over the valley.

      Skyline trees
      shiver in emerald
      reflection along
      the lake.

      Call back the night -
      you will return to me.
      But I must sleep again....
      

     (c)John Holt 05-AUG-1998




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