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
Crisp morning breeze,
Gorgeous snappy haste,
Invigorating and hyper scene
Releases a desire to accentuate
Temperatures under 40°, lovely
He’s pleased with her form
Content with her approach
Happy to shower her, adored
She’s delicate by design
Comfortable with her skin
Waiting to be taken, as his
Together the perfect match
She, his opalescent beauty
He flourishing as he is, naturally
Proliferation
You showed me green every time
Missing the journey
Proof of autumnal equinox growth
Statues of copper and gold
Inquisite offerings below
A bed of blonde pine needles
Seasonal textures, blanket of relief
This morning’s transcendent gift
You’ve crawled inside my quiet mind
Honored me with prolific encouragement
And left me to feel like the only woman in the world
Mid afternoon daydreams,
Produce the sweetest gifts,
Today, I found nothing different.
I heard you whisper,
“Gray’s okay…”
So, I’m left wondering,
How do I keep myself,
From running warm fingertips,
Across your flushed cheekbones?
An opportunity to feel,
Where your smile begins,
And a chance to steal a look,
Into your eyes.
She softly displays,
A shapely chalice of,
Virtuous petals.
Faint freckling,
A bashful exposé,
Yet offering to be,
Rosa-choque.
Content within,
Blazing rays.
Security,
I’m envious,
of the breathing,
you do effortlessly,
right in front of me.
Day in and day out,
I recall,
humming and sweet contentment,
out of you, which I now loathe, completely.
Stop knocking at my door,
taunting me and then,
running away.
Stepping away from the fight,
Only one need, for tonight,
Tell me about love.
Remind me that it lives,
And thrives among,
Moments we’re intolerant of.
Honestly, I’m needing to hear,
Sounds that bring back familiar,
Like the moaning of a guitar,
As long fingers slide through.
Explaining where I’ve left my heart,
And why it should belong to you.
Allow my strength to weaken,
I’ll listen for that voice I know,
One encouraging me to escape,
Whispering me towards a window.
Write of a passionate world where,
Someone chooses to wear a cape.
Paint pictures of your love among,
Flowers, hearts and shadows,
Even a dragon with a red tongue.
Warm me with your skillful hands,
Explore, as only an artist does,
My freckled skin, your nightly canvas.
Educated on his surroundings,
Masculinity unfolds daily,
Nothing comprehensible,
Not even in dreams.
Why find comfort in her?
Yet, she welcomes him, completely.
Grasping at the simplicity,
Of a dreamer’s thoughts.
Lacking expectations,
Freely giving of his heart.
Needing more than anything,
To feel the curve of her body.
She welcomes his presence,
Intensity of his desire,
To stay with her, if only for a while.
A sanctuary of his making,
Her devoted heart beating,
To the enormity of his craving.
Pain found upon his face,
She wrapped in his embrace,
A calming force surrounds.
Neither leave or waver,
Unaware of time or space,
For him she waits.
Knowing moments together pass,
Worldly duties, a requirement of fate,
Submitting, aware she’s all he has.
Fleeting bits of peace eagerly evade,
Tears washing sorrowful passions,
As returning again, always questioned.
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.
Multifarious growth surrounds
Nothing worth preserving
Believing so…
Presumptuous
Nectarous dawning
Comfort found in her gift
Liquid candy corn, my favorite
Awaiting dusk’s offerings
Happy Halloween
I waited,
For what felt like,
Eternity.
I breathed,
Slowly, in and out,
Anticipating.
I sensed,
Your timely arrival,
Surrounding.
I felt,
Ethereal, as I fell,
Radiant.
I relaxed,
A safe return,
Embraced.
“Scoot over!”
“Naw, I like this spot.”
“You’re squashing me…”
“Should be getting used to me.”
“I shan’t. ”
“…so you like this place?”
“It’s the best.”
“Better without me?”
“No.”
“I can stay?”
“Yes.”
“Good. You’re warm.”
“Thanks to you…”
Struggles may not end,
But this hike can, my dear.
Among the crisp leaves,
Beyond the swaying moss,
Lives a dream, Love.
One has to believe,
That down there,
Is where the magic begins.
Be who you are
Show me how we’re okay
Like the darkest cloud
In a sky of blue
Prove to me
They’re beautiful, too.
Today,
I need,
Backed against,
A wall,
Told I’m amazing,
And then,
Kissed hard.
When you’ve finished,
Push me back in there,
And remind me,
To fight hard,
For what I believe in.
Simple girl.
Simple instructions.
Simple needs.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 