To create genuine happiness could be sealed in the simplest of moments
There would be nothing to their bliss, really:
He’d understand her crooked grin
And fight forever to see it again
Along with the dimples, and the sound which create them,
Causing the wink in his eye to stay
And it being the reason for her
My heart found closure
Over words left unsaid
I can’t force my mind
To lie in your bed
When trust is broken
It’s never the same
We can wish yesterday back
But already, she’s changed
Surprise foundation
Weave each other into place
Grasping together
fingers intertwined
my fair skin soft
accepting,
yours, rough
warm
and perfect.
a robin, skipping
into his early arrival,
chirrs, echoing joy
melodiously across
winter’s pasture.
light wind is crisp,
yet knowingly full
of comfort, as we
strengthen our
protective grip,
walking.
Circle, little hands spin
Keeps close watch
Talks every now and then
Reminds me of effort
And where life remains
So little are we
Upon this earth
Words still cut, cause pain
Hurt
Our investment required
The outcome
After experience, noteworthy
Exhale shame
Inhale wisdom
Keep time as your guide
And be proud of your name
A window into ever after,
Witnessing from afar, a life
Where forests grow,
Oceans lap endlessly
And desires are still
Encouraged, sought after
And dreamed.
A place where faith,
Comes first, as our
Initial breath, while
prairie grass bows
Towards wind, steadfast.
Homes are full of heat,
Not just from bread baking,
But from love honest
and complete. Endless
Work, and time to pause
Deemed important,
Yet over time, has been lost.
Do you know the owl,
The one who sits now
Upon the middle limb,
The patchwork branch,
Of a once thriving essence?
Her skin is exposed,
Bare, light timber
Amongst veined,
Even freckled patches of,
Black and grey bark.
Owl remains perched,
Guarding at the helm,
As the brightest star sets
Behind thinning stock, and
What is now his tree,
Whether he chooses to
Believe it or not.
She’s the aftermath of
Witnessed abuse,
Pain felt,
And reoccurring sadness
As others depart.
He’s her stoic protector
And shall not fade
With the evening sun.
She was quiet this morning,
Dawn, that is, miraculous,
Peaceful in her timeless dignity.
Two mallards skim rural water, as twin rogues,
Before taking flight with one another,
Their sky, a season of cerulean.
An ibis flirted with stoic wind,
Hardly noticed and without sound,
As her white wings rode his reliable gift.
Nature thrilled with my insistent watchful probe,
Created a warm glow from the rising sun,
Behind clouds, the color of smoke.
In the end, my eyes focused,
On a spider crawling about her web,
Intricate designer, naked to most.
Her long legs seemingly stretched across,
Compressed air, as I questioned myself, almost,
But, chose to alter my angle, instead.
Life reassured me, artistry brought into focus,
Minutes passed, comfort took hold,
As I found you there, too.
How do I know?
Alone, I briefly turned and whispered in awe,
“You’re seeing this, aren’t you?”
Hood replaced reluctantly, closed tight
Gloved hands situated
Into warm inviting pockets
I continue amongst what’s frozen
Careful words
( ‘care’ ‘ful’ )
Needed, required
Thoughts of insignificance
( ‘in’ ‘significance’ )
Must return
Buried in
The end of what mattered
Fathomable
( ‘fathom’ ‘able’ )
Builds connection
Reasons to continue
A lifeline,
( ‘life’ ‘line’ )
Inwardly searching
Where is the passage
You’ll know
It’ll be in the way
She holds you
Her embrace
Heals
Loves without doubt
Believes in
Umbrellas
Open doors
Inside of the sidewalk
Strong hand leading
At the small of her back
Accepting sounds
As answers, a sigh, a groan
Gentle smirk and stern look
Her embrace
Accepts you
And honors
Who you’ve always been
For it is your transparency
She adores
And how your love feels
When she’s against your skin
yesterday’s crimson
snow shields with protection
duty or desire
if time could
speed the process
what should be
would happen
all for impatience
and what is desired
She’ll wonder how
Many hairs are grey
If your heartbeat
Feels the same.
Consider the new
Wrinkle by her eye,
And which stress
It was cause by.
Crisp morning air
Will cause her
Red curls to dance,
Would it affect
You, by chance?
First blush will arise
Around her,
Comforts of home:
Ground, she clings to.
Simple house shoes, worn
Her toes content
Ankles exposed.
Behind fawn wool,
A woman’s desire shown.
Frozen concrete steps
She sits upon gracefully
Allows for silence,
Awakening a quiet
Reflective dawn;
Her serenity.
Each timed breath,
Causes movement
Beneath her
Heaving breasts,
Proving control:
A lady’s weakness.
Yet you’re aware,
Her day has begun
And still,
She’ll want, require
The comfort
Of you,
Her Eastern Sun.
She’s the heart
What causes the tick
Inside you. There’s
No darkness. Pure
Light, which makes
Her amazing. And you
Hers.
I won’t compare
myself.
Ever. The
intriguing stare
she provided
offered
a moment together,
and it
dribbled down
your chin. A
true indication
of your desire
for what she had
to offer. My eyes
casted down,
was something else
entirely.
daylight cruises
toward nightfall
and I remember when.
Bon Jovi sang
it isn’t hearts breaking even,
which is why, I still delight
in all that was genuine.
I know my decision
wasn’t
needing
you to feel a similar pain,
I’d just finally decided
we were too young to die
this way.
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.
Kindred, was.
I’ve witnessed, and felt
Which means exists,
Was it you and I
Or he with she, or
Maybe all those moments
Which are,
That will never be, yet
Continue
Living so deeply inside
My soul. Me and you,
Were, yet
Are: relevant,
Not past tense; was.
You and I: am.
Kindred, soulmates,
And you feel it, too.
The side of you
That refuses
Taction, a bond, or
Ties to intimacy,
Thanks you.
The rest of you,
Trimbles awaiting
Tender completeness.
Though love suffered,
Time will heal,
Then
Take a minute,
Touch again, and
Trust love’s encore.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 