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
Asides
With or Without
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
Compounded
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
A Guess, My Hope
During the stillness
Of life, her
Breath held,
Heartbeat slow,
He smells of
Leather
Pine
And a Carhartt coat,
Would be a guess,
My hope.
Without permission,
And with visions closed
Her desire for him
Continues
First Experience
making aquintance
breathing ownership across
a moment in time
Like Driving Out of Control
All I want is you,
To make you proud
When all I can do
Is be me, when is
Enough good enough?
My steering wheel has
Too much bulk, my fingertips
Are cold, hold on, while
My heart drives out
Of control.
These shoes today, a horrible
Choice. Sure, watch me limp
Across the street,
Ha, still me wishful
Thinking, longing.
Curly hair, blown by
Monday’s fluttering wind
Let it be, messy again.
My mind spins against time
And all I hear is patience,
I’m fighting my
Inner child
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
You’ll Know
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
Sweet Offerings
summit blushes sweet
flush covers entirely
offered before you
The Touch of Armor
yesterday’s crimson
snow shields with protection
duty or desire
She: Crystallized Radiance
As pristine
Falls from above
Cold wraps across
Her laden chest,
Pulls her against
Frozen.
Nature sublime
Incorrigible desire
His spirit, like
A blanket of
Snow,
Laid upon fair skin.
Snowflakes replace
Flawed freckles, and
For a moment,
She, luminous, her
Soul, complete.
A body in
Crystallized radiance
Genius
Countless thinks, he
would have said.
She, deemed him brilliant
without inquiring, could she.
In the end, she’s had them,
and he is, regardless…
Understanding
if time could
speed the process
what should be
would happen
all for impatience
and what is desired
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.
She Is
She’s the heart
What causes the tick
Inside you. There’s
No darkness. Pure
Light, which makes
Her amazing. And you
Hers.
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.
In Pause
i hear sunshine
although the tone
too low or far away
to devour or identify.
there’s sparks
offered out
into the world
and they come
from your eyes.
a gentle smile
given in part
for those blessed
to be near you
and those who
trust your heart.
i yearn, dream
knowing one day
life will continue
as it was meant be.
Redemption’s Season
Exhausted leaves falling
Past my window
Pane. Just as ashes
of Jerico, the same.
Division is an end
and new begins.
Goldenrod hues
Remind me of adieu,
Forgiveness remains
Front of my mind,
And nothing stops
The hands of time.
Search for rebirth
And find me in you.
Redemption’s season
Where grace continues
Evening
Daytime eases
Beckons an evening breeze
Felt behind my ear
Twilight offers
A final bit of sunshine
And I wish you were here
A chance to dip our toes
Sit upon the bank
Count stars beyond the clear
Side by side in nervous chatter
Eyes cast down
Water; my distraction,
Strong hands in red hair
And suddenly,
Nothing else matters
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 