My desire to write poetry,
has been affected by your presence,
the same fevered passion exists
yet, its been reduced to your name
maybe even a letter in the end
my muse, this pandora’s box, the new beginning and my end is with you.
So come the rushing waters of what might one day be,
bring on the swirls of passionate winds,
stretch the legs of workers in the trenches of this world,
my love breathes in these,
i am because of you.
when he becomes
more than just a dream,
my heart will beat
the sound of a thousand drums
my soul will ache
with the clinching of needy fists
my mind will race
towards a feminine understanding,
and butterflies will
make sense again.
their existence
somehow unbelievable,
until then.
Silence this mouth
With words forgiving
Shut my eyes
Positive images abound me
Steady these long legs
Upon fertile ground
Wrap my eager hands
Binding them in grace
Within attentive ears
Might music absolve; save me
Amidst the clutter
Of my mind
I recognize who and what I love.
Clinging to primitive, and desire,
I retreat
Into wooded respite
As I normally do.
Surviving reality
A conscious decision every day, yet
Eventually every tree will fall.
How do I listen for one more?
Bundled ‘tween you
There’s no place I’d rather be
Pink glowing sanguine
Adorned, in verdant elegance
Care extended with his selection
Her spirit encouraged to thrive,
Wrapped in accessorized protection
Red, his jewel of choice
can I be the one nestled
emerging beneath
the grandness, of which
is your presence,
ever strong, ever true
humble, yet the perverbal glue,
guiding the brilliance
you’ve created in me,
a testament to you,
soul enchanting.
there’s a shift recognized
goes unseen by most
a voice goes from commanding
to the whisper of a ghost.
rejection so subtle
goes unseen by most
a presence longed for
hidden now, door closed.
held exclusive
could it be true,
if that was me
in the midst of you,
your arms wrapped
yet, I in full view,
secure in mutual adoration
crimson and verdant long overdue.
the longing is evident
childish, I know
within the quiet of darkness,
and writing under the sheets,
my wishlist, still nowhere near complete
to fall sleep
believing
in tomorrow,
is how he prefers me
and so I do,
prepared.
lays her heart
most intimately
before you,
softness
a gift,
this blush on her form,
a part of who she is
but when you touch her
the perfection becomes yours
sweet pastels arrive
through my bedroom window,
finches giggle on
without a care,
springtime may blossom
after all,
as eager leaves on trees
relax, dutifully prepare.
Red
Cardinal bird, a King
Came to see me
His voice authoritative
Until my eyes met his
Then tender he became
While looking intently into my soul
He touched the base of who I am,
Sensing my purpose, desire.
Have I touched him? No,
Yet, he is what I’ve known
Should exist.
Oh, light he provides
Stay, please
I am his.
*Photo doesn’t do these words justice, however, I had to try for a picture. Please excuse my inexperience.
your presence flows
through sensually,
nourishing, like Water
to a young flower,
if only you could
see how good you are
for my soul,
you’d never leave
and become eternally lost
in leaving your mark,
within me, while
devouring my
submissive
and pleasing spirit,
one I surrender with joy,
for you, only.
She loved the way he stared,
As if looking through her very soul
Captivated by her,
Deciding whether or not
To devour her whole
she longed to use words,
like sufficient, levity
with her ear towards
barren and lacking,
as it passes
in echos
across the plains.
snow covered beauty
upon her feet, as icicles
dangle like earrings
her curvy body now, complete.
cover her in ice
and believe in her shimmer,
standing eloquent
within her sun’s
radiant heat upon a seductive sapphire winter.
devotement immersed
within hazel hues,
steadiness in works
encourages her renewal.
to lie bare; belong
in his rapture,
open
among all.
guarded with fury
maintained and exposed,
submissive in capture
to earth’s protocol.
exodus
feather over me
commander
thoroughly
shine auspicious tempest
consume desire
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 