Familiar 

I saw a yellow finch today,
he dropped in and
perched atop a leafy branch
way up high.
he flirted a little
I winked back.
above us even further,
six more fluttered by.
I giggled,
told the neighbor
the Finches made it.
I’ve missed them,
the bunny in the backyard, too.

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Reading this interpretation after writing my poem made me smile. 

In Due Course 

After driving fourteen hours
Yesterday; a cloudy crisp rainy span,
I listened intently,
Searched every lyric
Each deep note
Not one brought you
To my already wandering mind.
Where are the words
Which describe what I need,
Probably who I crave you to be?
I wrote 14 sonnets,
Between various musical genres,
Not one found itself upon paper
With both hands on the wheel.
I’ve immortalized
Who you’ll be when you meet me.
I fear for you,
A little,
My giggle followed by a wide smile
And it was still raining, cold
When I finally reached home,
Warm under my cool bedding
Hot hand upon my hip,
It was there that I found you,
Hurry.

To Get To You

My favorite hour arrives
Too quickly
Today,
A drive, required,
I need to see
You.
Same car,
Same old highway,
Same steady heartbeat
Purring, excitedly.
I’ve chosen the view,
A spot alongside
Road X,
Wishing to beat you there
My heal digs, as my toes
Push down, steadily,
A muscle in my thigh
Tightens
While pulling to the left,
I roll to a stop. I see you.
Longing for an embrace,
Wishing you did too,
I sit, upon this car hood,
And wait.
There’s never enough
Time
To watch you, my day,
Fall
Into twilight,
As if just for me.

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.

I Offered Myself To You

Thoughtful and creative words
Full of thankfulness,
Reflect me, as a woman
Appreciative of being heard.

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These gifts
Are nothing in comparison
To my submission
As I offered myself to you.

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I waited a long time to be seen
Through your poetic eyes
Read my poetry, and find clearly
I felt you long before you arrived.

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Thank you for listening,
Aud