i imagine the comfort
like warmth snuggled in
under layers of protection
surrenderer me with victorious him
daylight taken with pleasure
my body with so much to give
leaves the master of my affection
a playground he accepts as his
a muse so confident
doubt unable to live –
stifled and erased, becomes
a union of dominion and submissive
cool wind drapes my shoulders,
as thoughts ride tides too high
for a woman like me.
unable to reach, nor smell the
scent of a life,
only read about
through my hazel eyes
no voice brave enough inside
to share what I need,
proves leaning on another to name
the clouds above me is selfish.
and the sounds of morning continue,
breezes swirl, leaves fluttering
against each other,
while ignited rain clouds grumble
along side today’s dawning.
grateful for the noise,
which drowns, for another day,
to offer what builds
inside of me, hoping no one
notices the girl hiding.
just try it
smile brought across the lips
now give it away
bright clear porch view
a potter’s clay mug,
hard work, expected
she leads me,
knowing just the one
the twinkle in his eye
seen across my face
Between He And I
i cried with Him,
as i gazed toward
a sovereign horizon.
i don’t want to be alone forever,
i finally shared. inconsolable.
yet, with understanding,
i accept: His time, and His way.
so i made a choice to cling
to my vision of happily-ever-after
and my adoration of its imperfection.
To create genuine happiness could be sealed in the simplest of moments
There would be nothing to their bliss, really:
He’d understand her crooked grin
And fight forever to see it again
Along with the dimples, and the sound which create them,
Causing the wink in his eye to stay
And it being the reason for her
She began pastel pink, airy and light
a sense of normalcy.
Placing herself gently upon wide open and encompassing blue.
As if appearing for the sole purpose of approval, geese, in v formation, fly through.
Vibrant, at the snap of his command.
Passion, becomes the color of morning.