because in his care
I feel protected
so finding beauty
in simplicity
reflects his love
and my peace
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Unconditional
Thinking today,
how so effortlessly,
a photo I captured
was chosen, by you,
as a favorite.
Put to a frame
inside your world,
honoring me,
I feel that so deeply.
I am blessed.
Waking
Most fragrant as the sun wakes her,
gently the rays stir her soul.
Feeling proof of a strong presence,
dew, his markings, she’s told.
Accepting nourishment to blossom,
she, quite often, in his control.
Arching into each spectacular layer,
while feeling his touch, she’ll glow.
Here
All I keep thinking
is I took you home with me,
from here: my world.
Inside me,
there is a rhythm,
a melody and a presence
I recognize.
Weakening into a strength,
inside this cool air,
allowed me
to breathe, to feel
and be myself.
The quietness,
awakening my core
as I heard the sound of love;
pure devotion, nothing more.
I keep this spirit,
this lead, and confidence,
close.
You’re thriving,
more than simply alive
behind my breasts.
You’re beating continuously,
effortlessly wild,
yet, this isn’t enough.
I belong with you, here.
Where Is
Where is the light I long for
while nothing else makes sense
Where is the touch my heart needs
after incredibly hard moments
Where is the air so calm
to soothe my wandering soul
Where is the rewind button
for our journey, the one I’ve missed
Hungry
Convincing story
Colorado eyes reflect
Food is all he needs
A Plea
Love is
Sought and believed
By some
Wholeheartedly.
Feels like
Kinship with the sun,
Heat it radiates
Upon skin,
Beams of trust
Felt
Enveloped,
By arms
Sans armor.
Allow me
To feel protection,
My plea,
Others have fought
And overcome,
So they could live.
Now,
I want to breathe.
Reminder
any word you forget
let me whisper it in your ear
if there is a touch you miss
allow me to be near
while you may not hear me
every moment of your restless day
know that I am alive in you
in the most eternal way
Pink Velvet
When the rest have vanished
Visions seem bleak
Find comfort in velvet
Passionate in pink
Vintage Memories
Passed through the screen door,
Recalled the carpeted staircase,
Felt the pull of Maxine,
Grandmother, to me.
Twenty-three years, two months
Since we stood closely,
Right here
Packing odds and ends
To her,
Treasures, to me.
Cabinet I’ll never forget
Cookie dough testing,
“Needs flour, touch it, you’ll see,
Grab the butterscotch chips,
These will be Grandpa’s offerings.”
Sounds made when the drawers
Opened and closed, vintage whisperings,
Now upon my ears,
Fingertips sliding across moments,
Years.
Window gifting the same view,
advice,
Coverings, crisp and clean
Perfect place, for
Snapping green beans,
Twice.
Time to move the sprinklers,
Grab a bucket, strawberries to tend,
Summers without her
Still painful, something I dread.
His One
Lavender chosen, breathe in,
often found crushed,
scent of live petals,
lathered upon skin.
An original flower,
leaving one wistful,
for Old World pleasures,
and a relaxing grin.
Here, a pastel color,
for a mini mighty bloom,
a gift, an honor,
radiating in royal hues.
A favorite, whispered a man,
he, instantly in love with her,
pondering, deciding,
while love remained true.
Solely: with no other witness,
during a quiet afternoon view,
he claimed her for eternity,
she sighing, as his One and only.
Affluence
Lines eyes refuse to ignore…
Sprayed verdant flare
Stretched comfortably
Simplistic
Beaded upon her core
Delicate cream flowers
Perfection within ease
Pausing
Before blossoming
Shh, they, her encore
Aerial
tranquility nearly impossible
fearful wonders seeking respite
mountain quarry pieced
fitting perfectly, breathes
fluttering ethereal
flights of the past
blue sky reminders
micro version moments
wishing on a bird’s-eye view
forget windless
courage wears fate
design indigo
flint aerial
***
I’m home, unpacked and packing again for another adventure. I’ve visited numerous states (including Kentucky and North Carolina which were not part of my summer plans), but it feels good to be in Texas again. At least a little. I’ll be leaving in the morning for central Texas, Hill Country and the Frio River.
I need time to clear my head and find my voice again and the trip here always seems to help. The internet connections are limited, so you won’t see me posting or commenting.
See you in a week. Hope y’all are enjoying your summer. Go find love and give her a sweet pat on the ass for me. I love you.
Yours,
Audrey
Life
Life lives pristine white
Continue reading
Hanging
Sinuous connections
Strings of strength
She hangs delicately, upon them
Down, suited best
Visions of hot pink
Soaked
Love dripping slowly
Slitting, yet
Heart growing with ease
Nature administering
Needing to touch
Worthiness in view
Your pleasure
Somehow I Am Near
Observing, leaning closer still
A poke or prick, I’ll eventually feel
I’m never close enough, honestly
To the essence of familiarity
But somehow I am near
And I thank you
Where SHE Needs HIM To Be…
Asked, ” where does SHE need HIM to be?”
my poetry, as of late, offers questioning.
I don’t know, quite honestly,
I suspect, he knows,
innately.
believing when she is cared for,
love will feel like a drop of dew,
caught,
by a mountain view.
waking a heart from the start,
answering before the questions begin,
functioning on complete trust,
not yesterday’s sins.
HIM will know this heart of hers,
SHE his soulmate,
HIM, the one who understands,
the directions SHE will go, listens.
leading effortlessly, watching ,
with pride,
he already knows,
similar they are inside.
no effort required, mostly,
shouldn’t love be that easy?
HIM and SHE believe in connection
completely,
eternity born from fated opportunity.
***
For Shari, who asked me, “What about where SHE needs HIM to be?” I hope this is a sufficient answer. My first follower, now a dear friend, I adore you. I appreciate you watching over me. Thanks for offering a chance for me to ponder your question.
Light
Clearly anxious, misinformed, she,
Caught up in believing half truths.
Effortless care, still a mystery,
Darling, then along came you.
A path you provided, as her lead,
Encouraged life bright from blue.
A lady, now reborn and finally free,
Adorning light from shadowy hue.
Observing strength, submitting,
From your power, her soul drew.
Radiant eyes beaming belief,
I look in the mirror, I see you.
Vibrant
every detail accepted
stored inside eternity
beauty, one moment
then on to the next
it’s what you do
tracing over exquisite
vibrant hues
and loving how she feels
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 