Feeling The Fire, Secret Love

The Show Must Go On
By La Belle Rouge

she plays the part so well
a woman in love and loved

but it?s only a part
a fairly easy one to play
and she is a good actress

she?s had years of practice

she?s weathered his storm
this time....but what of the next storm?

and there will be another storm
eventually..... because he?s not
the actor he prides himself on being

plain fact, he isn?t in love with her
probably never was
probably never will be

but he?s had years of practice

playing a leading man
covering his true emotions
with those called for in the script

pretending to love someone he doesn?t
accepting a big mistake
making the best of a bad situation

lying to her and himself
speaking his lines on cue
playing the love scenes like a pro

receiving rave reviews
and cries of ?encore, encore?
from an enchanted audience

who have no idea he's dying inside

so...must the show go on
and on and on, the same dull play
until the final curtain call

when the mask comes off at last

and it?s too late to audition
for a better part?


6/5/2007 La Belle Rouge

?Poetry, Pages Of Life?



Flesh And Soul
By La Belle Rouge

it was a thing of wonder,
the seamless joining of our souls
as old as a continuation of eternity
as new, as exciting, as a babe?s first cry

it was a wild ride on a carousel
and a placid meditation of life?s serenity
love and lust, it was...forbidden
but a thing of beauty, a joy forever

it was dreams and imaginations
based on the bedrock of our love
and inability to live without each other
though now we are forced to

i have no regret, no remorse
you have known me as no other has
we were gifted the secrets of hearts
and touched with more than fingers of flesh

i know the you she will never know
for your soul was mine... as mine was yours
she had your flesh, never your soul
and if faced with a choice, i?d take the latter

so fold the grief away now, dry the tears
love this magnificent may visit us
only once in a lifetime, or once forever
My Darling, think now of the love, not the loss



7/16/2007 La Belle Rouge

?Poetry, Love Whispers ?




Cuttin The Strings
By La Belle Rouge

I'm cuttin the strings givin you wings
wings to fly far away from me
sayin goodbye,
don't want you to cry
things are what they are
and that's how they gotta be

i counted the cost, it was already lost
i needed more than just dreams
so stay there with her
if that's what you prefer
no love .... such a waste it seems

my tears are all cried now
and i think that somehow
i'll make it on through to the dawn
let her pen that love poetry
it don't matter no more to me
all the hopes we once had are gone

so i guess she finally won
i'm poured out and done
with livin in the shadows of your life
each day went by, i'd hurt and cry
now my heart wants peace not strife

we crossed that line
so slow and easy in time
to hot lovers from closest friends
sometimes I still miss you, Baby
but we can't cross it back again

so i'm cuttin the strings
see what tomorrow's light brings
love once more knockin on my door
i'll love again, now or maybe then
but i aint cryin over you no more




Her Fear
By La Belle Rouge


she thinks she has what she never will

beauty reigns in paradise again
she silently soothes her fear
while she kisses him and holds him near
she pretends all is well once more
oh... but he knows he needs so much more
she doesn't see he'll never be free


he's still in love with me
and when he touches her
to her it will never occur
his heart is far away
in memories of other days
she has his flesh...he knows
she needs it so much
but in his wayward thoughts
it's still me he longs to touch


ahh... peace at last
she thinks the storm is past
but in his soul it never will
and though his touch is tender still
it's really my skin that he feels
he won't let her be upset
but in his heart he can't forget
the way our love used to be
and how he's still in love with me


time moves on
in time she feels the threat is gone
she'll live out her placid days
in a blind, self induced haze
and he, he'll still be thinking of me
and the love he left behind
when i was his and he was mine
each time he hears the word 'love'
it will be me he's thinking of
just a thought away, but for today

she thinks she has what she never will



9/21/2007 La Belle Rouge





Just Dust
By La Belle Rouge

i could rock your world
if i was spiteful enough
i could destroy his too
and make his life so rough

all those old love letters
i never threw away
you'd be shocked
at the things he had to say
about he and i
and about you too
if you could read them
i wonder what you'd do?

would you just pretend
you really didn't care
or would you finally admit
his love just isn't there?
enjoy his kisses and his smile
knowing he's not yours all the while?

you would think i'm to blame
curse and defame my name
it was he who pursued me
but you'll never begin to see
that you're living a long term lie
and it was he, not i
who looked for something more
who knocked on my door
with professions of love i didn't ask for

it's immaterial in my view
if this truth bothers you
so wake up or sleep
accusations are cheap
and if you enjoy living a lie
only you know the reason why

if it's of any consolation at all
my pain is far from small
when i finally walked away
i knew he'd just stay
in his prison with you
so here's what you do
enjoy his company
don't be concerned about me

i simply write out my pain
i have nothing left to gain
to hurt you then or now
you can be sure i would know how
but i'm not the bitch you believe
it's yourself you decieve
you want a man who doesn't want you
if you can live with that i can too

it's all dust in the wind anyway
each moment we all have to pay
from pain i will be free someday
but you have decided to stay
in a one-sided fairytale fantasy
you have it all except
his heart.... the part
that still belongs to me


7/24/2007 La Belle Rouge



His Thoughts His Heart His Bed
By La Belle Rouge

i don’t know if he lied
to you, to me
maybe to one or both

i don’t know how he feels
about you....or me

i only know he told me
he pities you
loves you like a friend
not a lover

i know he told me
when he touches you
in his heart it’s me he wants

how you take him for granted
like a maid and a stud

and you can’t give him
the depths he needs as a man

i don’t know how things
are between you now
i really don’t care

i only know what he said
and how he pursued and wooed me
pledging his eternal love

he wanted it over with you
but he couldn’t hurt you

so he couldn’t give me
the depths i need as a woman

if i’m not there anymore
in his thoughts
in his heart, in his world
it no longer matters to me

but don’t flatter yourself
i may have been the first
but i won’t be the last

with whom you’ll have to share
his thoughts, his heart
his bed


12/12/2007 La Belle Rouge





A Gentle Plunge
By La Belle Rouge

the plunge was made, long ago
when friendship deep grew
into deeper love

from the first day we dared
to say the words to each other

we knew
we were on a collision course
and someday two oceans

would overflow their banks
and crash headlong and hard
with desire into each other

we weighed the pros and cons
live the rest of our lives
without the love we need

or take a plunge
into the serene waters of love
the tumultuos waves of lust

oh yes it was love...and lust
the rare combination of both
in doses large enough to die for

dead vows, cold beds...forever?
a little stolen time, better than none?

I asked myself who broke the vows

me when I laid with you in ecstasy
or him when he failed
to honor and cherish his wife?

who was the innocent party...
me when I asked for freedom
or him when he refused to let me go?

you when you wanted, loved a woman
who loved and understood
all of you

or her when she stuck her head
in the sand like an ostrich
after you told her that from neglect
she had lost you?

it was a gentle plunge for us
without too much thought about things
we can't figure out

too much to understand
too little time, My Love
with you


7/13/2006 La Belle Rouge





The Pleasure Of His Company
By La Belle Rouge


the pleasure of his.... company
tempted, seduced and captured me

those tender words, that honest way
our serious talks
our outrageous play

the sound of his laughter
the beauty of his smile

how the heat of our desire
spanned every mile

his voice so smooth so rich and deep
it sets me on fire and makes me weep

the way he wants me
desperately and ever
the way he disappoints me
never

the fact that seduction is an art
and how he artfully captured my mind and heart

he's not in love with "Her"
I'm not in love with "Him"

we needed so much more than just a friend

he's everything I want in a man and more
I'm everything in a woman he can adore

it’s really a simple equation after all
you love someone who isn’t yours
but you can’t help but fall

the pull is so strong to be together
regardless of the storms
we both must weather

the stolen moments, the hidden times
when I am his and he is mine

the touches of gold, kisses of fire
each fantasy played, fulfilled each desire

the lover’s games, we know no shame

without our love how sad life would be
I need the pleasure of his….company


©8/2/2006 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Love Whispers”






You Have Her Fooled Don't You?
By La Belle Rouge

you have her fooled, don’t you?

she thinks i’m a red she-devil
who forced my way into your heart
who alienated your affections and
created that cold bed the two of you share

god how i wish she could have been
a fly on the wall, that day
you told me you were in love with me

she should have seen the surprise
on my face, and felt my confusion

i wish she knew about the way
you told me how selfish she was
and how you felt only pity for her
that your love for her died long ago

you swept me off my feet
then swept it all neatly under the rug

i never asked for or expected
anything but friendship from you

but she must think i danced naked
and threw myself under you
begging for the favor of a f—ck

to her i’m the scarlet whore
the home wrecking harlot

you bastard......
you weren’t man enough for either of us
not brave enough to leave either for the other

did you think i wasn’t woman enough
to see through it all and walk away?

you have convinced her that you never felt
anything for me but in her heart she knows

and in her thoughts she tries to sort out
the fact that you betrayed her
are still betraying her in your thoughts

she turned fact to fiction
believing i chased you down and chained you
while you screamed for mercy

wouldn’t it have made sense to simply
stay inside your boundaries
if you never intended to destroy them?

i wonder who you will give
your attention to, now that it’s not me

she is such a fool, like i once was
i wish i could tell her
i wish she knew the real you
but....

you have her fooled don’t you?


10/16/2007 La Belle Rouge











Empty Words
By La Belle Rouge

I believe in patience
I’ve lived a life that demanded
what seemed like an infinite amount

I’ve dreamed, hoped and waited
from time to time I gave up
but you gave me hope again
hope of at last being loved
the same way I love

it’s better to make no promises
than to make those you can’t keep
words are empty, without deeds

I can’t live forever on the fringes
of your life and pretend
distant love all I need
it will never be all I need
such love demands a lover’s touch

in a matter of time you will
grow weary with it all, love will die
and you will sail away as he did

leaving me with only memories
of what we once meant to each other
leaving no listening ear, no caring heart
no love to gently embrace me
and no broad shoulder to cry on


(C) 1/25/2007 La Belle Rouge
“Poetry, Soul Whispers”







Sometimes
By La Belle Rouge

sometimes I want to touch you
need to touch you
more than I need to breathe
or sleep or eat, I need you

not far away but near, right here
sometimes

I tell myself that life must be more
and yet, it never has been
maybe it never will be
and in the meantime

I just need you here
sometimes

sometimes I literally ache
for your touch, to be held
tenderly in the circle
of your welcoming arms

I barely make it without you
sometimes

I curse the miles between us
and the fact that in your mind
it seems completely impossible
to span the distance

I barely hold it together
sometimes

I try not to love you this way
but you are a part of me now
and I am a part of you
there would be little tenderness

without you to care about me
sometimes

the very thing that attracted me
your integrity, your honesty
has now become my undoing
for I am not as honorable as you

and I don’t care who we hurt
sometimes


© 4/21/2006 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Soul Whispers”




Unbearable
By La Belle Rouge

it would be almost bearable
the thought of you with her

if only you could be with me
sometimes…one time

one night to touch your face
inhale your scent, taste your lips
feel you heat deep inside me

and then maybe I wouldn’t feel
so destitute and dejected
at the thought of you with her

she basks in your kindness
every hour, each day…and night

I take the stolen moments
and wait, wait for something more

and every time he touches me
I wonder if you the same way
at the thought of me with him


©9/2/2005 La Belle Rouge



Come To Me Before Winter
by LaBelleRouge

Long shadows falling
Daylight fades fast
On brown and russet world
Almost empty branches reaching out
Bare and chilled, in frost bitten night
Trying to remember Summer
Wishing for another Spring
Only but a few days remain
Of sunlit warmth, Indian Summer
Then winter’s frigid death will cover
All the beauty of once subtle green
And bright hues of hazy brisk Autumn
Will you come to me, My Love,
Before Winter?

Will we know only once more
The consuming heat of passion’s summer sun
As it shines out of season for us alone
And though we dare not walk
Openly together under it’s warmth
Will we once again know its hot embrace
Or will snows of confusion and doubt
Lie heavy upon and smother our warming hearts
As delicate chains fashioned of ice
Entwine themselves ever more tightly
Until we lie still and cold in winter’s death
Where we cease to struggle and rest at last
From any thawing of youth and desire
Or will you come to me, My Love,
Before Winter?


(c)11/25/2002 La Belle Rouge

"Poetry, Reflections Of Love"





This Has To End
By La Belle Rouge

This has to end
I tell myself
this constant longing
to be with you
The straining of my ears
to hear you call my name
the fevered longing
of my trembling body
to feel the touch of
your tender poetic hands


This has to end
the days of fear that
you will forever be
too far away to touch
Nights of longing dreams
I know can never come true
Hours to days, days, weeks
until years wind into never
leaving only sweet agony of
loving completely and impossibly


This has to end
but I know it won't
As long as I breathe
and my heart continues
to beat, I will love you
As long as my flesh
can burn with desire
I will want you, My Love
Forever and after my soul
will be knit with yours


© 3-26-03 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Whispers Of Love”



Touch Impaired
By La Belle Rouge

Dreams are the things love is made of
Misty shadowed imaginings of
lingering touch, sugar cane kiss
Past midnight rushing headlong
into arms that wait to enfold
yearning ethereal essence
Dreams are the thing worth
embracing in night so dark
solitary and unsympathetic
to the torture of severance


Dreams are where we wake
to purpose and passion, where
distance and impossibilities melt
and we recognize the only touch
our souls and bodies crave
Dreams are the things that heal
and rehabilitate the victims
of long distance love affairs
The prescribed treatment for
the daylight “Touch impaired”


© 3-7-03 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry Whispers Of Love”



Beyond Cobalt Shadows
By La Belle Rouge


~We Rendezvous There~


Be mine if only in cobalt shadows
veiled by mystical twilight dusk
Daylight harbors its own stark realities
to be experienced in waking harshness
As velvet night caresses satin moon
Let me drift on sacred mists of imaginings
into the sanctuary of your waiting arms
Press me against your pounding heart
purloin my arduous breath with the
sugared forcefulness of your kisses


We rendezvous where the jagged edge
Of cold reality and heated reverie merge
blending into seamless nothingness
Where the essence of two souls unify
and float beyond pain’s existence
to crystalline chambers of mystic love
overlooking white sand shores kissed
by passion’s crashing turquoise waves
warmed by lustful heat of a crimson sun
beyond cool aloofness of cobalt shadows


Be mine completely only a fleeting moment
where Earth recedes, Heaven descends
and angels whisper above the sound of
hovered wings sheltering us in pristine white
nuances of love’s sacred balmy delights
Our touch ecstasy, our kisses rapture
The climatic crescendo of our desire
opens the jeweled gates of Shangri-La
where we enter together far beyond
dusky veiled twilight’s cobalt shadows



© 2-26-03 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Glimpses Of Immortality”





Liar
By La Belle Rouge

Rest your mind in the warmth
of my love that accepts
even the darkest, coldest parts
of the man you know you are
but try to deny and disown
He is no stranger to my soul
I have sensed his fear, his anger
and yes, his black despair


I have held you close
your heart beating against mine
while you deceived yourself
insisting you don’t really love me
You told me the same lie
but you fool yourself
more easily than me
Knowing truth, I accept untruth


I accept the limitations
and the stark impossibilities that
drive you to desperately need the lie
It’s too difficult for a man to love
what he can touch only in dreams
You can deny your love for me
but do you deny my presence there
in dreams, where you kiss my lips?


In dreams where limitations
and all impossibilities melt away
silently into sweet dark oblivion
and warmth of my smooth bare flesh
is pressed sometimes tenderly
others savagely against yours?
In dreams where you escape that man
you are, to become the one you vision


Oh, Sweet Love, you are such a liar
You know it, I know it
So all I ask is, since you don’t love me
let my warmth still offer you comfort
And let me cherish in dreams
the man you are, not what you vision
in an apparition as unreal as your dream
My heartbeat is reality
Can you still feel it against yours?


© 8-2-3003 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Love Whispers”

Unbroken
By
La Belle Rouge

Connections
Unbroken lines
of communication
Miles of separation
You speak to my heart
on soft wind sighs of passion
and the love coo of evening doves

Imaginations
Sweet associations
of you with every reverie
and each cherished dream
Moonlight mingled with the scent
of gardenia and warmth of afterglow bliss

Dedications
Endless continuations
of our unbound infatuation
Resurrections of lost emotions
Across the miles and impossibilities
our connection remains eternally unbroken



Portrait Of A Woman
By
La Belle Rouge

She gave him a portrait of a woman
world of pleasure and pain in her eyes
Her heart unspoiled and tender
no need to wear a disguise

Each day he glanced at the portrait
but the person he could never see
Ignoring the passion and pain in her eyes
and the woman she could be

Days spent together becoming weeks
and weeks soon evolving to years
The pleasure and pain in the portrait’s eyes
were veiled now by woman tears

She gave him a portrait of a woman
but the portrait was all he would ever own
The love and life deep within her eyes
were shrouded and finally gone

~~~~~~~~~~

She gave him a portrait of a woman
too distant for his longing tangible touch
Each day he gazed at that portrait
desiring her beauty so much

He saw beneath the chilled apathy
discovering beyond the numbed disguise
a world of pleasure and pain
revolving within her eyes

Thawing her chill with warm love words
caressing her silent soul with piercing truth
Until the world in her eyes opened to him
and her love became the proof

She gave him a portrait of a woman
too distant for his yearning tactile embrace
but he found a whole world to possess
in the beauty of the portrait’s face


© 8-28-2003 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Love Whispers”

Damn You
By La Belle Rouge

Labyrinths of undulating pain
yearnings too deep
murky and illicit
descending downward
into caverns of the soul
Pinching each slumbering emotion
into miserable awareness
I love you, hate you, want you,
need you to sprint away
in the opposite direction
from the tentacles of my desire
crawling, groping toward you
You have released the fountains
of my soul with eyes of flame
and a deep, careless stab
of your iced dagger of unconcern
until un-clotted poetry floats
on a river of raging anguish
Damn you for damning me

©2-18-2004 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Soul Whispers”
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