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
Tag Archives: Submission
As The Wind Blows
Attention seeker…
Yes, you, Wind!
Am I too close?
Push me away,
Or slam against me;
I need to feel: here.
Grit and Honesty
What appears scattered and
Left behind, always contains
A story.
Curious,
Superficial sees a nobody,
Welcomed to pass along by,
Wind blows a bit, she nods,
Fully accepting their shortcomings,
Expects nothing, aware.
Astute, is she dressed in commonly.
Yet, most eminent, she
Has use, furthermore, ability.
And she’ll wait
Longer than anyone ever
Thought possible,
For the one who sees
True grit and honesty,
In a lady.
Acquiescence
I’ve conceded
to how easily
I’d have fallen
for you,
had I been
given the chance.
Foolish me, and
damn the truth.
Lady Misunderstood
Virgin white posy, shines,
Sighs towards the sun,
Her blossom relaxed
Submitting gracefully
Pearly, upon your eyes.
She, Seductress,
it would seem
For the unintended’s view,
Fragrance reveals essence,
As she prepares for you.
Distance
I walk
Measure footprints
I stand
Succumbing winds
I continue
Waves encouraging
I wait
Beach envelopes
I obey
Ocean sings
Want
as soft as her delicate skin
proved as pink as her blush
she looks like her lying there
’tis why you want her so much
In A Moments Time
From simple beginnings
A leader, yet not
Self cope, learned not taught
An ache swells against her chest
She, fully aware of the meaning
And where her priorities
Should remain, yet
A glimpse of cerulean,
Through a pristine white sky,
Leaves her swiftly restrained.
Wild daisies across an open field,
Tall prairie grass swaying
Is pictured, visioned longingly
With his strong hand
Pulling her in
Taken, once again
Depletion
Woke up
To freezing Temps
Snowflakes
And
Wind, my muse.
Howling comes
Stumbling
Down the alley, while
Grey tones rob me
Of my encouraging mood.
This is what happens
When I consider
Life without light
And neverending blues.
Searching
fighting words
words inside my mind
mindful of my beliefs
beliefs which carry
carry me into the light
light where you exist
exist in my every day
day: when I search
search for you the most.
Worlds Apart
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.
Crush
woke to wonderment
soft bite to my lower lip
hazel eyes aglow
Devoted Missive
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.
Essence of Assertion
Talk by way of fireflies,
insistant lights
dancing off the water,
flickering stardust
amongst us, with you allowing.
Reach within, feel me
soothing. Release what
controls
and prove you know
what you’re doing.
Moonlit night, high
your command or fancy,
per nature, entrusting.
Biblical; essence of old,
illuminate my soul.
S – Sensation
I’ve always known, a
Dauntless healer, my heart.
I hear a Beast howling,
My spirit desires to soothe
You, now be.
I become what is
Written, effortlessly.
So does he, and the
Cornered woman
Over there, as well.
Don’t suppress. Write truth
Willingly, and man
Will fall to their knees.
Expecting to see your soul,
Words active. Living.
Intoxicating intentions, yours.
L – Learn
To make love: emotional
Connects
Undoubtedly
Needed, sustained
Required of each
Opens contentment
Of careful importance.
To make love: physical
Drummer heart
Echo of desire
From deep within
Vibrations fantasize
Upon skin
Awkens the thunder
Begging for release
G – Gift
What flows through me
An emotion so deep
My need to please
Not only you, but me.
Service
Does that seem possible?
Allow my soul the peace
It deserves. And the
Submission I
Thrive on.
Or am I forsaken
By variance?
This, my fawning,
Empowered in infancy
E – Epitaph
D – Dignity
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.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 