Engulfed By Love, by Diana Raab, PhD.

Engulfed By Love
by Diana Raab, PhD.

Our night together crawled
at a sloth’s pace, but then raced

like your heart at its end, as I
scrutinize each of your moves,
even your stroll into our bathroom.

While lying on that foreign bed,
I loved how your psyche

engulfed mine like a Venus
fly trap caresses an insect,

and how you mindfully mapped
my features with your fingers

and how your eyes melted into mine
and how your arms reach out for me

and pull me into your chest,
to share one last labored breath.

Your irregular breathing
lullabied me towards my final moment,

until I realized I shouldn’t be there with you
and decide to leave—
toting your life’s baggage in my heart.

Diana Raab PhD is a poet, memoirist, and workshop facilitator. She’s author of poetry collections including her latest, Lust. She’s also author of 5 non-fiction books and a frequent blogger. Please visit her at http://www.dianaraab.com.

Surrendering, by Diana Raab, PhD.

Surrendering
by Diana Raab, PhD.

I am pulled into your energy
yanked into your hollow heart.

I borrow your breaths
as I search for my last one

wondering what I was thinking
when you reached for me

and I said okay before pulling back
into my cocoon which wrapped
protective strings around me.

So many days later, you came back,
pulled those fine strings to unravel

my world watching me spin in circles
to release myself from your grasp.

I surrender to you, and there’s no other way
of looking at this predicament I am in.

You are my sanctuary and my risk.

Diana Raab PhD is a poet, memoirist, and workshop facilitator. She’s author of poetry collections including her latest, Lust. She’s also author of 5 non-fiction books and a frequent blogger. Please visit her at http://www.dianaraab.com.

The Parking Lot, by Diana Raab, PhD.

The Parking Lot
by Diana Raab, PhD.

I counted the steps
we took together
from the coffee shop to parking lot,
seemed to happen quickly
and slowly at the same time,
yet I don’t recall one step,
as we passed curious eyes
and slow turtles in the pond
admiring their freedom
and our yearning for it.
We walked to your sleek black car
as you invited me into your corner
to offer me your gentle passionate lips
and as much as I tried to resist
I succumbed to my deepest desire
nervous in my shoes
in wonder of the next move
slowing you down against all good reason
feeling the lump in your pants in my honor
oh my where is this headed, I wondered
driving home and not remembering one mile
fantasizing about eternal love making
or until we’re snapped back into reality,
which cuts us off forever
out of the sacred space we want to create.

Diana Raab PhD is a poet, memoirist, and workshop facilitator. She’s author of poetry collections including her latest, Lust. She’s also author of 5 non-fiction books and a frequent blogger. Please visit her at http://www.dianaraab.com.

If You Forget Me (From Pablo Neruda), by Diana Raab, PhD.

If You Forget Me
      (From Pablo Neruda)

by Diana Raab, PhD.

I want you to know
one thing

if there is ever a day
when you begin to think
where I am in this world
and if I could live without you

you need to stop,
like not move in your tracks,
but look down upon the imprints
your feet made in the sand
where you and I walked together
arm in arm, side by side
shoulder touching shoulder

and observe that you are ingrained
in my brain like every kernel of sand
that lies beside the largest ocean
in this world where we inhabit
two sides familiar, yet foreign
to one another

just beside the log cabin
you built me for my last birthday
before you had to say good bye,
while I begged you on all six legs

not to leave me like this,
but, in the end, I just had to let you go
because when you love someone
that is just what you must do.
Set them free
to do what they need or want to do
just when they want to do it

whether it is with you or not—
while always keeping in mind

I will never in my lifetime or yours
ever stop loving everything about you.

Process notes:
I love the poems of Pablo Neruda and all of his work inspires my own poetry.
Source: “SI TÚ ME OLVIDAS” by Pablo Neruda (1952).

Diana Raab PhD is a poet, memoirist, and workshop facilitator. She’s author of poetry collections including her latest, Lust. She’s also author of 5 non-fiction books and a frequent blogger. Please visit her at http://www.dianaraab.com.