Composition in crystalline,
Respite for loneliness.
Comfort adrift with dawn,
Now amongst the sea’s sound.
Anxious waves bundle near,
Overtaking the shore,
Reaching to lap at my toes,
And wet my lost tears.
Submersion evident,
I’ll feel again there,
Hush my aching.
Presenting himself
Waiting, quietly beside her
She smiles
Wonders, for how long
He nods
Both found, idyllic
Still
Luck is
Lucky, it seems
Lucked out
Luckier than I ever knew
Luckiest, most of all
Luckily, you see
Luck’s not wearing this old shoe
Verdurous land
An abyss covered calling
Beseeching of duty
Simply whisper your demands
And ye shall inhale pure servility
One day he’ll return with shadows
Another tenebrous path travelled
Carrying what he witnessed, as proof.
Upon his stoic face and disheveled hair
He offers, insight to pain that lingers
She’ll guide, with an air of tranquility
And with the touch of her warm hand
So he may return to his appendages
Left in her care, a guard on sacred land
His weakened back holds exhaustion
A celestial stretch moving his limbs,
Proof of his immortal strength, passion
He rests shoulders upon steal pinions.
Feathers quaver, show fine onyx wings
His flesh returns, breathing tempers
Eyes open, now the colors of heaven
While his spirit continues to reenter
No different from journeys past
Of which there are, and will always be
Travel logs full of omnipotent distance
For he protects us all, yes, willingly
The tempo of their embrace will matter
Most of all. Echos of the time they lose
Forgotten. As the hum of his battle cry
Quiets. And their love begins to soothe
Focused on beauty
We must be, I believe
Caught in its trance
And frozen stature.
Naked to the eye
Of the beholder
Full of desire.
To allow fingertips
A pinch
Joining, pressed
As one
Flesh
And frosted branch.
To then
Release
Cold water
Epitomizes you.
Slowly seeping
Down
Waking life
Shivering inside me.
Hot
Pink Petals
Soft as velvet
Worth your viewing
Essence, captivating
Don’t kid yourself, Darling
Walk away, drowning in her aura
a canvas for dreams
clouds beautiful, yet employed
each one viewed with expectation
some weightier than others
contain
a hush-hush reality
thankfully, I’m floating, too
I’ve taught myself,
My eyes see each line.
Every intertwining part,
And how I wish they wouldn’t.
Definition in absolutes,
Best seen in piceous,
On a backdrop of gray.
When I look too far,
Spherical shapes calm me,
Hanging, swaying with ease.
Moments when I wish,
I approved of curves.
Yet, if I allowed,
You would insist.
Not just any other day
But one of importance
For my mom and dad
Today’s the day
A little redheaded girl
Came silently through
Their window of life
You should thank them
Seems right, and
Polite, to do
To take a minute
And let them know
Their love, important
They brought me
To you
The calmness I inhibit,
Not created by waves,
Of a tattered windsock.
Sounds of the flapping,
And the eventual snap,
Correcting all my doubts.
But the gentle wearing,
Of a used open flag,
As it slides about.
Caressing and whispering,
Mirth,
A moment of unnerving.
While I submit,
Into wonderment,
Of love and longevity.
The fraying, I cling to,
Wondering,
Am I enough.
If I could stand on the sill
Your cracked window, my home
I’d finish your every sentence
With one of my own
Caustic completed with growth
Tell me something I don’t already know
Blushing Heart to Blushing Heart
A beginning, an innocence, a yearning
Witnessing a fairytale’s genesis
Nearly exceeds the proposal
This morning whispers, I do
Impossible to refuse
A quest such as yours
Monochrome tones, leading
Towards adventure
Be aware, out there
Colors ride the calm
Into serenity
If you don’t go
Imagine what you’ll be missing
Breaks my heart, too
approaching slowly,
towards this fresh rose
and gently placing her
misused petal
between your finger
and thumb will allow you
the opportunity to know her better.
all of her
torn, a few pieces taken, but still worthy of being yours,
if you’ll let her…
Lazy smile
Winged heart
Endless breathing
Cloud art
Impossible eyes
Cotton puff
A mind intriguing
Pillow crush
Whatever I need
I daydream
Artistically allowed
Do you want to know what I think?
I believe, I’m past understanding
who you are
finding myself, lost inside desire.
I know, this rising across my chest
we’ll name it, intuition
I feel, it’s for the best.
I need, to succumb to your call
this redhead knows
of nothing less.
Worth the search, together
trust in the process
I’ll get you there, or reverse.
Feel my heartbeat, indeed
tis your strength, my muse,
living inside my words.
Running? Now? Well there’s no use…
time will write you out of me,
or me out of you.
Securely sheathed within herself
She submits to you, a look inside
Her tender, emotional health
You see the colors of her mind
Travel slowly and enjoy the view
Accept her offer, slip even closer
Fragrant scent and tangerine hues
Whispered from our divine composer
Amongst moulding of verdant leaves
A bashful creation, you’ve witnessed
Folded, is best, she may believe
Yet, she unburdened, is your intention
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 