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.
My
Darling,
A magical
Offering of
Attentiveness
My delectation
Even for a fantasy
September’s ending
Or is it just beginning
Wrapped here with you
Trusting in your feathers
Chest against soft breasts
Leaning for conversation
Whispering into my ears
About peace and worry
Relating, so perfectly
Our reactions blush
Soft fleshy quiver
Your smile sighs
Lips closer still
Landing upon
Fairest skin
Delicately
Kissing
A red
Ear
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 