I Stand Alone

I stand alone…waiting.

Hungry with desire…
To have you once again.

In a careful whisper or a reckless embrace.
As it engulfs the spark deep within my soul.

My constant longing…
An eternal flame

The pilot light of our love.


And at any moment…With any word
I might combust…and blaze
beyond the pleasures I have known.

Renewed in the love of your presence.
Pulling toward you in spite of my constant

Needing you beyond words.
Beyond flesh.
Beyond desire.

The deeper you

To lose myself yet again…
In the flame of your love.

And come undone
beyond measure

Allow myself to open
To the rawness of passion

My deepest desire
found within the very core
of the all of me.

Help me release this gift

It is for you
Only you

By Tessa Saks



Love Poem To Anyone Without Love This Valentine’s


I love but you don’t know it.
I love you . . .
Without reason or cause.
And in spite of your faults.

I love you despite all the ways
you keep others at a distance.
Held back by the wall
around your heart.
Your fortress.
The shield that protects
the all of you.
The secret you.
Hidden. Locked.

I love because you
are the only you.
For your smile. Your laughter.
Your pain. Your sorrow.
The all of you.

For all the things that make you
original—I love you.

And if I love you
know that somewhere out there
someone else also loves you.

And one day
when you least expect it
you will
feel love again, too.

Love Poem: I Love You

Love Poem

I love you.
In the unchartered waters
of my soul I dive
deep within
to discover the truth that hides…
refusing to surface
out of fear and regret.

A claim no longer valid.
Vanquishing in time and
dissolving past the lies and
worn out excuses that erode
and churn the fragments left of my heart.

I love you.
Without regret or
bitterness I rise
to greet you and
rediscover the pleasure of desire.

Awaiting your approval.
To chance. To risk.
To dive back into your arms and
let go of pain
and suffering and
all the hurt in-between.
Those stolen moments return
And remind me—
Once again…
I love you.

By Tessa Saks

A Forbidden Love?

Love Poem

And the great looks of love, long hidden,
Found at last in meeting eyes.


Imagine -enjoying a forbidden love–never acknowledged.
Until then. Finally.

Is it just me or do you also wonder if she actually had a long hidden love?
I write tormented poems of longing–

Will someone, someday, look back on my words and imagine they spoke of my own pain?
Would they assume I am living my words?
The irony is I am not in anguish. I’m happy. Completely happy.
Or so I think.
So I feel.

But perhaps there is something–
deep below the surface–
that causes me to remember longing and pain so clearly.
To want more.
To remember pleasures beyond words despite their inherent pain.
Any thoughts?


Taken from:

I Have Loved Hours At Sea
by Sara Teasdale, 1884-1933

I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the making of a poem
That gave me heaven for an hour.

First stars above a snowy hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,
And the great looks of love, long hidden,
Found at last in meeting eyes.



So I looked her up and she has an amazing story of lost love.
The man she loved didn’t marry her as he was a poet with no means to support her.
Instead, she married another poet. (A wealthy one!)
Later she divorced her husband and moved two blocks away from her first love,
who was now married with children.
He commits suicide and two years later she commits suicide.

Hidden love?
Tormented by impossible love?

What do you think?