An impossibility bundles,
Upon the edge of love.
Hues of the sea and blushing,
Genuinely expressed.
Crimson and cobalt hidden,
Nothing for the world to see.
Tag Archives: My Muse
The Most
together
warmth of your hand
felt
our fingers weaving
now, one
connection of our eyes
lingering
my body
rising to accept
your lead
following you, slowly
arriving
admiring your shoulders
desire
beyond the doorway
of your bedroom
acceptance
what I look forward to,
the most
Your Gift
The inevitability of a goodbye, frozen,
As time allows a winter glimpse.
Your daily vision offered,
A season of gifts.
Leaving me blessed,
Less tortured, I guess.
Knowing you considered me,
Even for a minute,
Noteworthy.
Yet, like the fallen snow,
Upon your branches,
I cling to who you are,
Protective and strong,
As if love could grow.
My one and only,
May you never forget me,
if the wind sends you on.
Look towards your view,
And always, always,
Think of us,
For it is I, who needs you.
A Thousand Moons
So call the encouragement
Of a thousand moons
Celestial tides protect
Impetuous feelings for you
Allow majestic drifts
For February’s swoon
Anticipating, crepuscular light
Even distance desires, a lover’s view
Fulfilled
~Incapable of expressing
How he leaves her,
Effortlessly fulfilled
She drifts off to dream
Feeling like the only woman,
Left in the world~
Complication
Complicare: fold together;
Com- ‘together’, plicare- ‘to fold’,
Solves the muck.
Life, you find yourself inside,
And moments we all define,
As complicated.
Darling,
Complicated,
I know.
Genuine desire,
Of the unknown,
You needn’t shy away.
Intricate dealings,
Birth torture, it seems,
But, admit it, you want to go.
Darling,
Complicated,
I know.
However, stop and believe,
Trust in the journey,
Watch folded do its part.
Fold your hands in prayer,
Or fold them into mine,
Simply, trust my heart, sublime.
Darling,
Complicated,
I know.
Care must be given,
Situations, require debate,
Reflection, with a higher power.
Peaceful nod, perfect timing,
Let Him determine fate,
Allow me, to calm your mind.
Darling,
Complicated,
I know.
Nothing is ever too hard,
Nor will it be easy,
But, fun, yes, it can be.
Steady the course,
Let destiny control,
Either way, life, still beautiful.
Darling,
Complicated,
I know.
Listen Closely
listening for love,
dusk performs,
beautifully.
breeze and briny,
matched, perfect,
desires plashing.
an endless encore,
sips, if for once,
you kissed me.
Your Choice
Tranquil respite
Among nature’s hum
Mockingbird’s voice calls
We’ve only just begun
Lie here and reflect
Walk, or get creative
Knowing what I like best
Crystal hues will inspire
Among a wild bayou’s crest
Nourish deeply seeded desires
Imagine all of this…
Dreaming Of You
Aubade’s playbill
Fantasy
Come true
Flirtatious green
Whispered
A mythical view
Flecks exposed
Electricity
How sparks flew
Feathered, appropriately
Crimson
Dusk’s favorite hue
Slivered porthole
Climaxed
Awesome blue
Dramatic sunset
Premiers:
Dreaming Of You
Identity
Warm
Wrapped blanket
Salty surge
Forgotten spindrift
Sparkles
Listen, for a clash
Of each traveling wave
Allowing submersion
Inside understanding
An opportunity to contemplate
Yet, still feel you near
A Much Needed Walk
Today,
(warm splendid breeze)
All I want,
(which makes a vibrating heart ache)
Is to hold your warm hand,
(your caring touch that ultimately guides)
And tell you everything.
(my lifetime of moments, making me who I am)
Sisterhood
Sisterhood,
Together we are one.
I cannot deny your essence,
Nor could I ever measure beside,
But, just so we become verily clear,
Your existence now surrounding him:
Champion of versed rooted strength,
Provides my journey’s refinement.
I am you
You am I
Leaning into the remedy of his skin,
My eyes upon your desire to be close,
I witness your valuable life flourishing,
Becoming tolerant of your nearness,
Understanding why we’re both here,
I begin to care for you, as well.
Your presence nourishes me,
He, is pleased.
Morrow
and so I shall write
my dreams of morrow
knowing not your touch
but in the end
’tis your hand
upon my breast
understanding my heart
and all it lacks
A Walk Worth Taking
The only task I do not dread
A walk it seems
Provides a clearing, for my head
Whispers of lessons deemed important
Copper tones of yesterday
Found living within my world
Glistening in enormity
My reaction, forlorn
Living nearby among protection
A self induced fantasy
Seemingly overtakes
Crimson delicacies, established
What separates them
Measured, as very little to the eye
Created for a similar purpose
A wild fortress continues to divide
***
At first glance, I let them be
Begin again, walk decisively
Nothing happens without an opening
Allow fate to draw the cause
Turning back
Fuck that, now she’s where she belongs
Merry Christmas, My Muse
My Strength
Your resonant voice,
the confidant reassuring breath,
which strives to calm me.
Your Return
Wary of your destined flow,
Not knowing if you’ll return,
To me, is terrifying, always.
Peace soothes,
My mind
My desire
My heart
In your absence.
The deep impression of your approach,
Breathes into my obedient soul,
When I’m quiet enough to honor you.
Pleasing
Rare, pleasing beauty
Among the masses, she beams
For him, anything
Out There
out there you’ll know
won’t you?
how to navigate
through the waves
of me.
a tempest brews
and you soothe
it seems.
but what will I do
to help you?
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 