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to be adored
needed
wanted
found
accepted
considered
tended to
obsessed over
delighted by
instructed happily
made priority
seen
desired,
to be one’s world
Delightful Epiphany
it is his love i seek
his attention for which
i plea,
my sun, all the stars
in my make believe,
are shining again,
i’m suddenly awake,
and know just who i need.
Phantasm
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.
Seems Simple
curvy in multiple places
my soft spots will be
a favorite
twilight peeking through
i do wish to be with you
Autumn ‘s Begging
Please,
just
let
me
lay
my
head
right
here.
I
need
you.
Calling: Her Spur
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
Retreat
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?
Dominion
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
Bundled Up
Bundled ‘tween you
There’s no place I’d rather be
Pink glowing sanguine
Adorned
Adorned, in verdant elegance
Care extended with his selection
Her spirit encouraged to thrive,
Wrapped in accessorized protection
Red, his jewel of choice
Reality Transformed
Needing to remember because every single person matters.
Wanting to forget because it hurts to acknowledge the fear this day created.
Knowing we are surrounded by bravery, men and women much braver than I, every day should humble us. Quiet the noise and ridiculous fighting our nation cannot get away from.
I am humbled.
Thank you.
9-11 changed us.
Lives were lost. Lives were transformed. Lives were offered hope. Lives stood in protection. Lives united.
We are a blessed nation every day moving forward. Never forget.
Together
Love calls: come quick
Run over, and then in
Search wildly for love’s existence,
For trust, in the end.
Listen close,
Know this is where together begins.
Too Me – Probably
too average
too independent
too quiet
too far away
too serious
too cliche
too normal
too she’ll be okay
Silently Begging
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.
From A Distance
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
obsessing.
no voice brave enough inside
to share what I need,
see
even dream,
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,
my inability
to offer what builds
inside of me, hoping no one
notices the girl hiding.
Too much?
Listening to this on repeat today. And then my daily reading has me brought to tears. (As does much of what I’m reading today. A message is supposed to get to me, I think.
It has me focused on the last three words.
What woman doesn’t want to hear this from the man she’s devoted to? I cling to the idea love like this exists. I’m a hopeless romantic and a sucker for true devotion.
Pitiful Girl.
Adding the entire reading, as it might be helpful to another.
Future
Shakespeare wrote of the future-
“an undiscovered country”. I see,
bounding together
new rituals and
their meaning, which
will anchor along
a journey,
where souls squeal
in delight, and life
no longer vacant, thrives.
Fire & Brimstone
Sat at work today thinking on yesterday morning’s worship and it had me giggling all over again.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 