A Love Letter
My dearest Rumi,
Come.
Run away with me.
Krishna offers his blessing.
We will dance and sing
and write our poetry.
We will pray and bless all
those we meet along the way.
Our union will be seismic.
A new opening will be created
for all of our brothers and sisters.
I can feel your approach.
I smell saffron and rosewater.
I am here waiting for you, my love,
with pen and paper,
with an open heart and open eyes.
I will greet you with treasures
of the earth and of my body.
Take all of the time you need.
Don’t worry.
This is inevitable.
Yours in Divine Love,
Mira
melissa b zeligman 2008© Things
The things I would say-
If only I had the courage.
You would know that nobody
can love you like I can.
I would worship you and humble you,
often in the same breath.
Oh, the things I would do to you-
There’s so much.
So many paths to pleasure.
I don’t know where I would begin,
but I think with a kiss.
The things I would give to you-
Music and art.
Blessings and prayers.
Time and treasure.
Comfort and care.
The things I would create for you-
Tomes of love letters and poems,
Paintings inspired by you.
Food and fragrance.
Beauty that surrounds you.
Oh, the things I’d endure for you-
With you in pleasure and pain,
Come rain or come shine,
In darkness and light,
In suffering and bliss.
melissa b zeligman 2008© 
"There's no disappointment for me with you.
There's appreciation, relish, gratitude, lust, fondness, surprise, nervousness, creativity, fear, love, wonder, reverence and grace." -from a note to my muse, 2007 | My Questions
What am I missing?
A kiss that never happened,
a moment that might have been,
but wasn’t?
What am I longing for?
A body unexplored,
that doesn’t even know the pleasure
of my hands,
my mouth,
my body?
What is this aching I feel?
For the possibility of a lover,
the feeling of him inside of me,
knowing me,
with me?
And what could these tears be for?
For this I know the answer.
I cry for a man I barely know.
For all of his pain.
For all he’s forgotten.
For the broken bird he’s become.
For his renewed faith.
For his healing.
For his deliverance.
For his return.
melissa b zeligman 2008© Untitled
Was it desperate to say what I said?
Did it make you uncomfortable?
Did you dismiss me?
Did you know I rehearsed it
over and over?
That it took months to say what I felt.
That each time I would think this is the time I will say it and he’ll say it too and then my life can begin.
I don’t suspect I was the first and I don’t believe
you’ll be the last.
The heart is a mystery.
Attraction, love, lust, loyalty, desire, adoration, possession, obsession.
What karmic cocktail brings
this all about?
How can you love someone you’ve only
known for a minute?
melissa b zeligman 2008©
I forgot
I forgot the other part of being a woman
I forgot that we were meant to be partners.
I forgot how important that is to the world.
That our union creates a chemistry that heals.
That the love between us provides us each
the elixir to fuel our unique passions and dreams.
I forgot I could be strong for you, tender for you,
that I could adore you and love you.
I forgot that all you wanted was to be my hero
and have me feel safe and adored and loved.
I forgot I forgot I forgot.
I forgot how I would melt from your touch.
I forgot to tell you how amazing you are.
I forgot about the kiss.
I forgot about your breath on the back of my neck.
I forgot what it felt like to miss you, to long for you.
I forgot how sweet the moment was when the longing ceased. melissa b zeligman 2007© |