pursue, in delicate blinks,
meaning
or occurrence, being
mindful of self
and any further damage
fantasy might do,
to the weakened sensibility,
experienced
around you
Tag Archives: Weakness
Exposed
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.
Flight
Even the strongest of men
Will crumble
Choosing flight
Over fight
Who could ever blame them?
Delicate
Just how weak
Do you think she is
Suppose her petals
Would crumble
Under your possessive
Hand’s power
Pink the color
Of delicate
In full view
She’s not afraid
Of you
Darkness
I try to write
Yet, nothing comes
Too much uncertainty
Consumes my thinking
I’m left with nothing to feel
Come to me, my muse
You know what to do
I’ve nothing to give
Living in darkness
However, it all runs through me
Their pain
His fear
Her joy
Your love
My desire
I’ve nothing left to offer
Come get me
Make them all go away
Allow me to lose myself in you
Clear Views
Lost and wandering
Inside, our cold cabin
I live in darkness
Fear
Disgusting
Weakens me
Yet, yearning to inspire my soul
A long winter of sadness
Had unfolded his wings
Today, terrors occasionally tread
A fighter, I must become
Stop the nightmares
Bring out the sun
Freedom, for everyone
Your grace, defeating
Finally, happy heartbeats
Blessed to have your light
Bright and flickering
Inspiring, too
Just look through this window
See what it proves
I could easily get lost inside you
My window, my savior
I’m so delighted
Look at what you’re offering
A tree filled with green
Isn’t he so pleasing
I love the way he arouses me
Allows me to think of Spring
Grateful
Intense
My Devotee, once again
Flowering, my soul
A proper thank you
My one and only goal
Rolling On
Pursuit of dreams
Like the fog at dawn
Rolling on
Eerily, they watch
Why do dreams chase
Honing their place
I offer nothing, officially
Still they consume, thinking
I feel them wrapping around
Enveloping
Encouraging
Enticing
My needs
My desires to prove
I am everything,
He created, beautifully
I can be me
Soul, mind and body
Never losing sight
Cherishing Heaven
My goal
Forcing authenticity
Those who contradict,
Try to detour, I’m told
The wicked one’s goal
Keep true
Allow them a view
Inside your heart and your mind
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 