Life growing
Through her
Gently
Slightest twists
Fleshing out
Encompasses
Claiming possession
Surrounding each curve
Of that which is her
She: adorned with brio
By his verdurous abstraction
Audacious bliss
Images
Merry Christmas, My Muse
My Strength
Your resonant voice,
the confidant reassuring breath,
which strives to calm me.
Southern Winter (Haibun)
Do you ever have moments where you find yourself wishing, if even for a few brief seconds, you would’ve shared a sunrise like this with someone special?
Me, too.
When an unexplainable dawn leaves me breathless, this is when I need you the most. You could use your words to help me see her beauty, possibly the greatness that could come from today.
Instead, I’ll leave you with this:
A breathless dawning
Winter doesn’t look the same
Take me to the snow
Gorgeous Masquerade
She’s beautiful, isn’t she,
Rare, flawed, vintage pink,
And willing.
Intricate dressings, securely draped,
Essence beckons,
A gorgeous masquerade.
More than anything,
Your persuasion,
Motivates her, always.
Peeling back her layers,
Truth is conceived,
She’s no beauty, she’s a dream.
Imaginations
Longing poetry
Encourages my heart to beat
Evidently, written for me
Or so I’ve imagined
Lost inside a busy afternoon, yet
Aching for your five ‘ o’clock shadow
Booted
Clearly, she’s best suited
Like this
Content, being herself
Your Return
Wary of your destined flow,
Not knowing if you’ll return,
To me, is terrifying, always.
Peace soothes,
My mind
My desire
My heart
In your absence.
The deep impression of your approach,
Breathes into my obedient soul,
When I’m quiet enough to honor you.
Tonight, This Is Who I Am
Preparing for tonight,
Charcoal dress pressed,
Shoes red, high.
Silver jewels, a favorite,
My simple black scarf,
Crimson curls pinned back,
Yet teasing my neck.
Christmas party, downtown,
Minute Maid Park, banquet.
Will smell of testosterone,
And weaken my reserve,
Of this, I’m quite sure.
Best smile upon my face,
Dimples ready to play,
You’ll have it no other way.
Final wish for tonight,
Small of my back,
And your hand in place.
Quick look into my mirror,
Remembering who I am,
Just a small town girl,
Confident, yet amazed.
Pleasing
Rare, pleasing beauty
Among the masses, she beams
For him, anything
Out There
out there you’ll know
won’t you?
how to navigate
through the waves
of me.
a tempest brews
and you soothe
it seems.
but what will I do
to help you?
Mindful Clutter
humbly,
how do I handle,
every thought found,
deep inside?
born,
without a voice,
kept hidden,
under my control.
bundled,
tightly upon,
my breasts,
ache, alive and well.
slowly,
pushing my mind,
irrationally so,
towards giving up.
aware,
i’m only one,
emotional woman,
who’s unworthy.
mindful,
i’m gravitating,
towards views,
full of clutter.
asking,
to sit beside,
material rubble,
for peace.
In Her Time
Forever
Unlimited time
Emerald in color
Ivory tips
Blossoming
Watch her
Climax
Deliberately
Crystalline Afternoon
Lay
Our melodic ears
Towards cusping water
Allow
Curious eyes to chase
Clouds in a crystalline sky
Force
Our zealous hands
Into pillows
Relax
Confidence
trust an ending,
with the spirit, used
believing in beginnings,
yes, we must
I see
I see color
Ultramarine sea
I see stark
Slated for make believe
I see growth
Supple from underneath
I see lonesome
Trees relinquish leaves
I see beauty
Fairness, like I’ve never seen
Tomorrow
Even then, ’tis a wonderment
Of opportunity
Grasping at knowledge
Free falling
Into inevitability
Beyond now
Foolish thinking
Primitive Beauty
Even when nothing fits,
Sense, suffocating,
Our beliefs,
Sit here, quietly.
Forces conceived
Native
Primitive panting
Joy
Tactical breezes
Identify
Verdant willingly
Succumbs
Our spirit,
Thrives here,
Naturally.
Winter Touch
Winter touch displayed
Form adorned by sorcery
Femininity
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 