when springtime disappoints
and autumn refuses to speak,
paint a word picture; create poetry.
write of summertimes lost,
oh, how does it go:
lemons and lemonade…something.
or maybe,
winter’s production of an early snow:
verdant and virgin frost,
yes, two Vs – funny.
take me to where optimists dream
and abandon me there, leave me be.
I am still
cerulean water,
born of dawn’s
prowess,
with my ability
to move ferocious,
withheld,
I can feel you
surround me.
Breath on my neck,
slight pressure
upon my shoulder blades
as my body bends
submitting.
I defy self-control
and react
internally, your
presence caressing,
my ache aglow.
I’m left to attempt,
waves lapping,
freely,
instead of
the embodiment
of quaver. This
my transformation
into deliquesce.
The way you approach
In full confidence
Steady control
Centers me
An ability to sense
Where I’m at emotionally
By simply patrolling
Around me
Knowing you’re near
A presence about you
I cling to automatically
With nothing to fear
As if exploration of my mind
Is what you desire
What sets me apart
And yours to admire
The mastery used
Absolutely nothing to prove
Leaves me yearning
Spinning, as I watch
Fantastic ability surrounds
Every thought, every sound
My body reacts
Easily
Your offer, often powerful
Soothes my soul
Leaves me adored
Until next time
numb, these days
a place shadows play
in, around, atop me
quiet in many avenues
normal, they venture –
but her smile is missing
nothing out of place,
music sounds the same
yet, heart ceased
wind tastes different,
I wander,
never truly breathe
Tuttle Creek, spring semester
Convinced and finally alone,
The promise of happily ever after
With the help of a seductive cove.
Clothes drapped over fringe
Growth no higher than our knees
As summer promised a convenient hinge
And tree buds blossomed into leaves.
Warm air cradled doubt
While we dipped and slid with haste
A runner’s legs supported me
Mine, wrapped around his waist.
Water clutching nature
Connecting, skin to skin
Laughter echoed pleasure
I want to feel that way again.
Are opposites attracted,
As those before us would say,
or can two identical souls
make it work in the most
beautiful of ways
to end up in love,
Once their pain has washed away,
To possibly meet,
Another time, another place.
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maybe punishing myself is just what was intended,
there are moments
when I do this better than anyone else,
congratulations, Red
another successful day
I love everything Marc sings, and this song is no exception.
My thoughts and prayers go out to Houston on a repeat and rewind constant motion. Music helps keep my mind on something else for awhile.
This song requires, low light, a glass of something strong, and a fantastic slow lead by a strong arm, bending as it wraps around my waist.
Takes the rest of the world away…
illumination
surrounded by eclipse hush
bounty is within
the curl of her slinder fingers
as they wrap around
and back behind.
growing,
in the warmth you vastly provide.
straining lavender and honeyed,
fluent flora’s pedigree,
subtle urges for her not to hide,
bestowed.
yet, wearing forlorn, it would seem
nature’s simple tone
words weaving throughout my soul
he already knows
if it were permitted: a luxury of my own doing
I would escort you
into my womb
allow you to discern upon
where you so expertly travel
point to where you linger
taking ownership
of my most sacred bounds
fluttered calming noise
nature speaking, I’m listening
as evening breathes near
together, light and void
join in harmony
as twilight appears
today I walked into the post office.
just inside the door that never locks,
and the silver trim protectively surrounding her,
i saw it.
up against the corner swept weekly,
probably daily in the winter,
almost already behind me,
was a lone white plastic sack.
the contents inside
dwindled down to one cucumber
someone’s summer bounty,
now one of yours,
left, possibly given, presumably abandoned.
I flicked the envelopes into the slot,
turned two keys looking for more requirements,
thankful there wasn’t a spinning combination lock anymore.
somebody take her home, I thought, as I pushed the door open to leave,
and listened as it shut.
there’s a picture inside her,
her mind, really
an arm gathering her close
a chuckle and nod,
seen outside the corner
of her hazel eye.
mature trees outline
what is before them
sounds of babbling water
fill her head,
smells of lilac
purple, not white
adorn her radiant skin
as the sun’s final kiss
winks just then.
barefoot beauty,
bit of dust upon her toes
boots next to hers
days work shows,
smells of the day
draw her in…
focus takes over
and she’s back
in her office again
just let her
in shades of pink
born of maturity
a gift, rooted deep
simple offerings
puddles of water her drink
sun kissed
displayed, considered a weed
country worn
she, rarely what you think
Grass blades reach towards me
Rain covers my skin
Summer allows for nature’s plea
And finally I’m with him again
sitting in the valley
of what might be
for the first time,
suffocating
Shy, her shield,
Sparkling eyes never quite reaching
Those who find her,
Bashful, worn with grace,
Her words now yours
May be timidly drawn,
For those who deserve,
But written upon the skin
With wanton fingertips
For those who capture
Her touch, heart, her mind
And recognize the tingle
She causes
And willingly provides
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 