Eastern traveling breeze
Flows with essence,
Picks up my aura, seductive
And passes out my window,
As my desire for you
Remains. Autumn
Teases with frosted sunshine
Allowing for a clear and
crisp prelude, Muse.
What once was,
Is now History,
And you belong
With me.
Longing poetry
Encourages my heart to beat
Evidently, written for me
Or so I’ve imagined
Lost inside a busy afternoon, yet
Aching for your five ‘ o’clock shadow
It wasn’t your inability to understand,
Would have never bothered me.
It wasn’t your lack of sincere interest,
I believe there’s a Ying to my Yang.
What I couldn’t take above the rest,
Was the complete lack of disrespect.
All I ever needed or wanted from you,
Was to feel like I was alive…
Leaning into your hand,
Found, on the small of my back,
Whispers gently attack.
Wish me this.
Wish me that.
Oh, how I’d love, if once,
You would react.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 