With eyes locked
And my heart open wide
I promise to you
All that I am, will ever be
Whatever this is
I cherish our road, completely
***Let me apologize for the cheese factor in this poem for those who may be skeptical of finding love. I know it sounds like a five and dime wedding vow to some, but it just came pouring out of me 5 minutes ago. After reflecting over the words, my heart knows best, so I will share the poem in hopes that it brings a smile. For me, the only path worth walking is towards love in any form, but most importantly the one you’re craving, always.
November’s twilight brilliant
Shorter hugs good-bye
Winds twirling against the waves
Maybe someday, yeah some day
When dried leaves depart,
In submission to the changing wind,
And nothing now makes sense,
Remember we’re all given a plan.
While quiet enough to hear,
And present enough to understand,
We’ll realize sadness, too, is a gift.
Even when the hearts of Grackles,
Sit and wait for a chance to create,
Songs out of screeches and cackles,
Their tune we refuse to consummate.
Yet, we allow it to comfort us within,
Remember, same tree, same devotion,
When leaning into darkness, once again.
Impossible to outrun
You catch me
Cover me wet
Leaving me liquescent
Never to be outdone
I wish you could watch and feel
The contentment, which surrounds
My every breath, listen for the sound
Yeah, it’s like that, Baby
Eyes fluttering, then casted down
And it’ll bring’em to their knees
Cool Texas dawning
Find someone who makes you smile
Branches transforming into her hair
Watching, but not meaning to stare
I wonder, how often your mind goes there
Your hands slowly needing to gather
One delicate end to the other
In an effort to feel her
Lightest of tree feathers linger
Cascading through your rough fingers
Your senses confirming, as lips simper
Silky, smooth and smelling of pine
I know you think of her all the time
Understanding now, you’ll never be mine
Crisp morning breeze,
Gorgeous snappy haste,
Invigorating and hyper scene
Releases a desire to accentuate
Temperatures under 40°, lovely
He’s pleased with her form
Content with her approach
Happy to shower her, adored
She’s delicate by design
Comfortable with her skin
Waiting to be taken, as his
Together the perfect match
She, his opalescent beauty
He flourishing as he is, naturally
You showed me green every time
Missing the journey
She loved the way he stared
As if through her very soul
Captivated by her beauty
Deciding whether or not
To devour her whole
Proof of autumnal equinox growth
Statues of copper and gold
Inquisite offerings below
A bed of blonde pine needles
Seasonal textures, blanket of relief
This morning’s transcendent gift
You’ve crawled inside my quiet mind
Honored me with prolific encouragement
And left me to feel like the only woman in the world
Without your bravery,
I couldn’t be who I am,
Which is protected.
Without your devotion,
I wouldn’t feel what I do,
Which is secure.
Without your desire,
I couldn’t sense your love,
Which surround my decisions.
Without your service,
I wouldn’t understand sacrifice,
Which in humble graditude, I bow.
Without your commitment,
I couldn’t be me,
Which I will love you for, always.
To all Veterans I want to say from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
She softly displays,
A shapely chalice of,
A bashful exposé,
Yet offering to be,
If for one second today,
We look up at the same time,
To take in the beauty of our sky,
Even in a parallel universe,
May we also stop to consider,
The possibility of achieving,
Our dreams and the story of us.
of the breathing,
you do effortlessly,
right in front of me.
Day in and day out,
humming and sweet contentment,
out of you, which I now loathe, completely.
Stop knocking at my door,
taunting me and then,
Stepping away from the fight,
Only one need, for tonight,
Tell me about love.
Remind me that it lives,
And thrives among,
Moments we’re intolerant of.
Honestly, I’m needing to hear,
Sounds that bring back familiar,
Like the moaning of a guitar,
As long fingers slide through.
Explaining where I’ve left my heart,
And why it should belong to you.
Allow my strength to weaken,
I’ll listen for that voice I know,
One encouraging me to escape,
Whispering me towards a window.
Write of a passionate world where,
Someone chooses to wear a cape.
Paint pictures of your love among,
Flowers, hearts and shadows,
Even a dragon with a red tongue.
Warm me with your skillful hands,
Explore, as only an artist does,
My freckled skin, your nightly canvas.
Educated on his surroundings,
Masculinity unfolds daily,
Not even in dreams.
Why find comfort in her?
Yet, she welcomes him, completely.
Grasping at the simplicity,
Of a dreamer’s thoughts.
Freely giving of his heart.
Needing more than anything,
To feel the curve of her body.
She welcomes his presence,
Intensity of his desire,
To stay with her, if only for a while.
A sanctuary of his making,
Her devoted heart beating,
To the enormity of his craving.
Pain found upon his face,
She wrapped in his embrace,
A calming force surrounds.
Neither leave or waver,
Unaware of time or space,
For him she waits.
Knowing moments together pass,
Worldly duties, a requirement of fate,
Submitting, aware she’s all he has.
Fleeting bits of peace eagerly evade,
Tears washing sorrowful passions,
As returning again, always questioned.