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.
curvy in multiple places
my soft spots will be
a favorite
twilight peeking through
i do wish to be with you
the longing is evident
childish, I know
within the quiet of darkness,
and writing under the sheets,
my wishlist, still nowhere near complete
in this brief moment
my sigh
takes my breath away,
left realizing
I miss you
and this passion…
I cannot explain
I’d tell him all my secrets
beneath the covers,
his eyes my light.
nothing would be deemed
too frightening
or extreme,
there would be
a kindred aura
surrounding us,
he’d listen
and I’d feel safe
enough to speak.
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
My favorite hour arrives
Too quickly
Today,
A drive, required,
I need to see
You.
Same car,
Same old highway,
Same steady heartbeat
Purring, excitedly.
I’ve chosen the view,
A spot alongside
Road X,
Wishing to beat you there
My heal digs, as my toes
Push down, steadily,
A muscle in my thigh
Tightens
While pulling to the left,
I roll to a stop. I see you.
Longing for an embrace,
Wishing you did too,
I sit, upon this car hood,
And wait.
There’s never enough
Time
To watch you, my day,
Fall
Into twilight,
As if just for me.
one day, I’ll be
a reason, no, the
reason, he never
feels alone.
until then, he’ll
search
and I will be okay
here.
might we always
connect upon
the best of a hickory branch.
touch with the ease,
of leaves to a gentle breeze,
and focus on the depths
within each.
for my intense reaction
speaks
to you
and you love how it looks
on me.
I’ve allowed myself
The freedom to write
What is inside me,
My poetic truth.
What
Doesn’t belong:
Doubt, second guessings.
Feelings of disgust
Over who I see,
Wanting to give up
Far too easily.
This
Does a disservice
To those who
Beautifully created me.
I came across
With fingers, gently .
Tips to skin
Lingering upon chest,
Muscles strong, aging
Beautifully,
Which held stories
Of life, working
Pain and pleasure.
Thriving heartbeat
Awakened sensations
Within me,
Pump pump pump
Felt. Enjoyed. Eased.
I’d been there before,
Or hadn’t,
But I will be again.
do you remember, feeling
the soft brush of a whisper
upon your neck?
gentle thaw of shivers
frozen’s early revealing
i’ll never forget
Watching,
her flourish,
pink, shy blossoms,
all on her own.
anticipating,
an open view,
settling,
on a front row seat,
through slats of a fence.
longing to touch,
desiring,
a position at her attempt,
yet, you’ve refrained.
seeing her beauty unfold,
with the rhythm of yours,
acceptable,
this morning.
for I see the hesitation,
feel the need,
and witness the control,
you have within yourself,
to let her approach,
innocently.
knowing,
eventually a fragrance will,
settle upon your face,
and you will breathe again,
as the sigh of her submission,
honors you.
Windshield wipers, delay
Screeching sounds
Watching rain pour
On a chalkboard
Rain, rain, go away
Life was sunshine
Shimmered on freckled skin
Accepted and forgiven
For a moment one day
Unforseen departure
Awaiting a return, engine vibration
Soothing a voice, whimpered
Preferring her that way
rouged within her layers
allow your fingers
to wonder in
rose bud center
pink shades of velvet
just as soft as you remember
I’ve taught myself,
My eyes see each line.
Every intertwining part,
And how I wish they wouldn’t.
Definition in absolutes,
Best seen in piceous,
On a backdrop of gray.
When I look too far,
Spherical shapes calm me,
Hanging, swaying with ease.
Moments when I wish,
I approved of curves.
Yet, if I allowed,
You would insist.
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
Branches transforming into her hair
Watching, but not meaning to stare
I wonder, how often your mind goes there
Your hands slowly needing to gather
One delicate end to the other
In an effort to feel her
Lightest of tree feathers linger
Cascading through your rough fingers
Your senses confirming, as lips simper
Silky, smooth and smelling of pine
I know you think of her all the time
Understanding now, you’ll never be mine
Sneak up behind me,
Sit down carefully,
Settle your legs against mine,
I’ll lean back and into you.
We’ll enjoy this mornin’ glow,
Comforted by your love’s tune.
The one I know,
‘Tis true.
Relax,
I know you’re here.
How?
Simple twist of my hair,
And my longing blank stare,
Good Morning, my darling.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 