Feathers floating in the wind
Perform in slow motion,
Each drift into the shadows of yesterday
She is not me -- She is not you!
A theme, upon a morning crystal view.
She truly is the wind
She is like the sun
She is as beautiful as the moon
She is the magic in your eyes.
On this night,
-She sits on the calm waters of your reflection.
Creating love, to the vows of life
She listens and counts the rhythm in the stars
She is a thief who stole every breath before
She is the breeze
The tranquil sound, in every perfect pitch
The gleam in your eyes.
In you, she sees the ocean
Swims with open confidence
Together love holds on to every tide
Every feather kept dry and warm
- during the perfect storm -
Her wings ache with pain
That is why!
She is the essence of beauty and grace
She is the reason to smile
She is the flame
She is everything in your eyes.
Graceful feathers in the wind.
To dream the dreams of the awakened
She might just be me, she might just be you!
"Till Death Do We Part."
-the symbols of everlasting love-
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
From the brow of the hill
I could see clearly the panorama
Beneath me. Worried I saw from afar a farmer
Scythe in hand reaping the crops
In far off fields full of tall grass.
It was not the farmer who interested me.
It was my wife, a marriage of forty seven years.
I saw her hobbling down an uneven path,
Her body bloated with disease.
She never looked back.
Strange I thought,
There were no birds around.
Only profound silence.
Arriving at a crossroad,
She took the right narrow trail.
My heart thundered in pain.
I knew what was in her mind.
Incautiously she arrived at a bridge.
Thick fog covered the other side
An extension that led to unknown worlds.
Head straight but body limping
She dragged herself over.
Helpless I looked on till she disappeared.
Disconsolate I sat down on a stone.
She had suffered enough. She will now rest forever.
But I? Will I find some salutary rest?
I felt the pain of separation.
From afar a bell chimed an Ave Maria.
POTD 26 February 2017
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2017
Your Rain was tears on my window pane -
the first poem of yours I had seen -
pain-drops spattered a snow-blank expanse,
grief-blue with regret and what should have been.
I thought 'mediocre'. Bad omen for you.
You who attempted to pour the blue,
to quench the amber arid air
and quell the mithering mistral.
I needed that oasis: sea spray words
to drench a desert of parched poetics.
Hints at a darkness beneath; hieroglyphic glints,
a calligraphic trance-dance of pen.
I was struck by that, and, later,
struck by so much more.
Black dagger words. Your chirography,
slash-slanting, stabbing the page like little knives -
'transfixing', somebody said. Trance-fixing.
I was entranced by you.
You offered me an art-effigy: your failed book
that bled its heart in pink and red and shed
the blood gobbets of brutalised childhood.
I saw: a book that was crying for blue,
weeping for water, demanding more
water-pour from every pore.
Just months before, the future fanned out in mystical tarot
predicting long-distance love: the tower tumbling, and the chariot
hauling two hundred miles across country, coast to coast.
We were falling through a chasm of long-distance words;
falling in love, and both of us knew.
Passion so intense it made each finger a flame
as we sweated fever-beads in a burning bed
in a sizzle-tangle of gold thread bedspread
in a room that cracked like kindling.
I understood little of your Beds Are Burning
but heard its furnace-roar of trauma
as you recoiled from the wound-raw red
and groped for Aquarian blue-cool,
the page giving voice to the child
that had no voice, no choice, words
bursting to blaze in our flamery.
If only I had staunched the scarlet heart-pour,
tempered the tempest with turquoise,
pressed the bandage of blue to the soul-wound...
Court Green evergreen,
grieving under thatch,
and the slatted sun
warming moss-skin on old corpse walls;
the mouths of corpses suckling dark roots
in earth heavy and thick with omen.
You were away God-knew-where
whilst I sweltered in the burning bronze
of hot North Tawton sun, and sweated
over stagnant, stilted stanzas.
That end-of-summer was stagnant.
A thick silage pall shrouding land
and the spilled puce guts
of blackberries rotting sadly in hedgerows.
We floundered and foundered, deaf ears
turned to your father's coffin-creak,
blind eyes turned to the gothic yew
rising and presiding, its spire stabbing sky.
Too many battles fought for too long -
both the blood-scrapping external ones
and even bloodier internal ones.
Language shards lodged in shrapnel sentences
when words were all that remained
like blood spots on the floor: poetry's stigmata,
hot clots of our heated exchange,
gunshots in a word-war
where there could be no victor -
just us, together-apart
and alone with our heart-art.
Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2017
By day she goes about
the weary business of her dreary life:
a housekeeper, bookkeeper, shopper, chef,
chauffer for two active teens, and
hostess of her husband’s dinner parties
In the middle of her day
for in the night. . .
when her work-obsessed spouse
and the kids at last are fast asleep,
she goes into the darkness
of the woods
behind her house.
The mask of this woman
falls without a sound
to the leaf strewn ground.
She raises her face to the moon.
In its light, the stripes
of a tigress are revealed!
Her legs feel strong and limber.
That ferocious appetite
for something that she stifles
Among the pines and midst the sounds
of the woodland’s crepuscular creatures
she runs and runs and runs.
She is running after something
she cannot put a name to.
She’s a good woman.
She would never use a bar or night club
as her jungle.
Now - with her tigress face -
swift, stealthy, and strong -
but above all,
not beholden to any body
she is simply free to be.
After an hour of running,
the mask of the housewife
Then she collapses, exhausted on her bed,
where she dreams refreshing dreams -
which are necessary -
she begins again
the weary business
of her dreary life.
10/26/2014; Now used for Skat's A poem you are proud of #3 Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
I can't help but watch them
As they run into the water, laughing, teasing, holding hands
With the sun catching the color of her long, auburn hair
The bronze of his young, muscular, legs
So fascinated by them, ...I can't stop staring..
The beauty of their youth, ....
With young love, so stunning in the sunset...
I hold them in my gaze
Until I lose them in the waves.
You have been watching me, watching them....
Your hair has grey in it, recently trimmed, thinning in the crown
There is winter showing on your face
I remember this morning slipping into my swimsuit
Critical of the mirror in front of me
You laughed and said I was being silly
You sigh, and take a deep breath of the ocean air
You take another look at me
As my eyes continue to search the water..
You reach across the blanket and touch my shoulder..
Saying just what I need to hear at that moment...
"Give me a kiss, you beautiful girl"..........
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009
The cares of the world waft away like
the vague images of a forgotten dream
when he climbs into bed beside me.
And my comfort is found in the warmth
of a slight up-curved smile relaxing across
an unshaven face tickling me with a
hundred kisses as I squeal to his delight.
A calloused hand urges the small of
my back gently forward as I fuss in
mock protest of his boyish game.
His eyes gleam indulgently making my
heart swell with such regard I
choke back joyful tears and throw
my arms possessively around him.
With a knowing sigh he draws me in,
cradling me in his capable arms
sworn to provide and protect.
Then he buries his face in my copper-red
hair breathing its henna scent, and
holding me tight, he whispers my name,
swearing love that will never relent.
Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2010
Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.
Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.
Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating,
each word you speak intensifies
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way.
The sun magnifying each strand,
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color,
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.
Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010
I choose you,because of all the love you give me.
You are my sun when i'm cold.
You are my air when I can't breathe.
You are the one I share my dreams with.
You are the one I can always count on.
Through good times and bad times.
You're the one and only thing that makes me happy when i'm sad.
Hold me tight,like you do your pillow at night.
Why did you take so long to come into my life.
I always hoped and prayed that there would come a day.
When I would find that special love,then you came my way.
To be held by your loving enbrace,that's all i'll ever need.
I do not hunger,I do not fear when you are near.
From that day to now,I finally realized how good life can be.
Because you care,but most of all because you love me.
I pray you understand and know these words I have said to you are true.
Because you are my life and one day i'll make you my wife.
That's why I choose you,To be the one I love,respect and honor.
Copyright © Jeffrey Faulk | Year Posted 2007
Forgive me my love for the hurtful words
I hurled from my mouth time and time again
Forgive me for letting you down
for in your time of need I was never around
Forgive me for the long nights
for all the constant fights
Forgive me for the innoncence I took away
for all the help I kept at bay
And lastly forgive me for being anything other than
a loving and caring husband
Copyright © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2007
My eyes wide open, all I see is Ebony
A white hot Light, to the left : "to the Past"
A Heavenly bright White Light to the right "to the Present"
I know the path of the past : I live it every day
Holding LENORE’S hand entwined to Forever ,Forever
Her Heart and mine beating as one for Eternity
A Loving Kiss : Heavenly Bliss : Teardrops’ Mist
I walk the path to the right, toward the Heavenly Light
The mirage I see, behind the White Light, unhued colors, unformed shapes
I quicken my pace and run toward the place where I can see LENORE again
She sits there , braiding Her long auburn hair , Emerald Eyes glistening with tears
“LENORE” ; whispered from my mouth , why so sad; we are together again Forever
She puts Her finger to my lips “shh my Heartbeat My LOVE, My LIFE , ALWAYS
You are here only for a minuscule of time, You have to go back It is not your time”
We embrace I feel the warmth of Eternal LOVE : a Heavenly glow on Her Angelic Face
We kiss, memories of a distant past flood my mind I remember the sweetness of her lips
LENORE fades away: No , NO , Noooh then I awake to the glare of Hospital lights
Shimmering off the tears streaming down my cheeks
Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2009
YOU are the Heaven of my Soul
The Life of my beating Heart
Every Thought and Dream in my Mind
My Strength, to continue on
My ALWAYS and FOREVER
YOUR Eyes are my Twilights’ beacon
YOUR voice the Hymn, humming in my ears
YOUR Silken skin and Auburn Hair
The Pillow of my Dreams
My ALWAYS and FOREVER
YOU are the Emotion in my POETRY
YOU are the Beauty I see in the Sunsets
YOU are the Flame, always keeping me Warm
YOU are the Brilliant Light on my Path to Heaven
My ALWAYS and FOREVER
Inspired by Matt Caliri’s Contest “I LOVE YOU Because…”
Dedicated in LOVING Memory of My Wife : L E N O R E
Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2010
I watch your riveting sonatas
Layer decadent truffles
Upon his pupils
Leaking wanton tears
Grasping for serenity
To have epilogue’s slow dance
You latch onto love’s empty façade.
No return flights to your destination.
Where are YOUR wings, angel?
An embedded hunger for him
To treat you like a priceless prayer
But, his knees are too decrepit to kneel in your temple.
Yet, you stay…
Your freedom becomes latched
Onto tortured leeches
It’s the closest you ever
To his flesh
You stare out towards melancholic branches
Cracking in unison outside your bedroom window
Under Gemini moon
A gripping slide of your fingertips
Against convex glass
Craving for encore
Of that night emptiness filled your lungs with lustful whisper
Pandora’s Box is your only translator
Held by the skeletons in his closet
With your name written against necklace’s recycled parchment
As the one they blame
For being a silver medal
When will it be your time to shine?
©Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2013
In The Repetition Of A Kiss
When I leave the house to follow traffic patterns
Tie and suitcase in my hand
Running through the door to find rush hour
I buy and sell gold bullion for a living
On the grand piano, the one my wife and I can’t play
I leave a hurried message
“My dear, I’ll be back soon.” “I love you so.”
“Please have the help clean the piano.”
“The one that you and I can’t play.”
“But if I make it rich, you and I can get some lessons.”
“We’ll play an Oratorio. Opera or an Anthem
Or perhaps a symphony or two one day.”
In between each number we will practice kissing
In the end, if we learn nothing, on this instrument
Our hearts and lips will follow every note in memory
In the repetition of a kiss
I leave you a kiss.
As always, I will miss you
In the repetition of a kiss
Created 9/08/14 by: Earl Schumacker - Theme- “Leave You A Kiss” The Poet II – Poetry Contest
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
little girl who rose up
above forced marriage...
little girl who rose up
above her poverty
above her circumstance
their forced marriage
little girl who grew up
little girl who had to grow up
too fast, far too fast...
who learned the ropes too fast
who learned rough, tough, gentle
who became a woman
who became a seraphim...
a seraphim who looked down
a seraphim who descended
descended from the heavens
far beyond the speed of light
just in time...
just in time to save an old fool
just in time to marry me...
*Happy Birthday Vicki! Miss you...
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2014
This may be the last letter I write to you; I am so very tired inside, exhausted...as I lay in bed I’m pondering things. When you feel like you're at death’s door, it’s not the things you've done well that matter, it’s the mistakes in life you ponder. To be honest though, if there was only one thing I did right, it was the day I met you. When love finds you, you want to keep it close forever and ever and ever and never let it go. I’m afraid to go to sleep because of the uncertainty of tomorrow, but I need to set my fears aside…so I am writing. I should not be afraid because you are already there, where ever there is, but I do remember trembling at your touch and the sound of your voice; I'm still in love with you and I miss you so very much. My prayer is before I close my eyes that I did not forget something—I know that is silly. I did make the house payment, the dishes are washed, the laundry is done, and yes I took out the trash. I let the girls out to go potty, and made sure they will be taken care of if I don't wake up. They're sleeping on the floor by my side, they have been staying close to me tonight. So I guess I’ll put down my pen and take my chance at sleep, but if I could have just one wish, I wish I could see your face once again with those beautiful deep blue eyes I used to get lost in. Goodnight my love, maybe we can meet some where tonight, I love you.
Edward J Ebbs - 9/13/2014
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2014
Yore of moments pass
From within the eve
Heavens celestial body
Pulse of heatwave passions
As spell are cast
Of star gaze
She, upon the auspicious me
Sultry eyes, twinkle yet
Flicker, dance ablaze
Thus, traverse I must, to kismet
Walk the red fiery molten flames
Searing coals forthwith transfix
Become sweet rose nectar lips
"The possession" her magical ruby charms
Burning deeper, is the intoxicating sip
Crafting to rise, crashes walls, hearts aflood
Waters washing ocean's staves
All that is runneth over
Burgundy bloods liquid glaze
Monsoons from out of lives
Two souls set love drenching free
Quicker to intertwine
Endowing testaments, hence to be
Thus, through fibers core wildfires reign
Eruptions into ritual
What ancient fates once withheld
As such escapes pheonix touch, euphoric kiss
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2012
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012
The tradition of marriage,
Bourgeois blackmail and baggage,
Is it all a bargain for men,
Is this what white weddings meant?
All the love that is lost,
And what is the ultimate cost?
A divorce court pizza,
Magistrate smirks like Mona Lisa,
Four corners, one for each,
Dog gets the crust, if it can reach,
Cats get the anchovies,
Were white weddings all for phonies?
When is the revolution?
Blancmange brides for pollution,
Bridesmaids-Little Bo Peeps on crack,
Does society cut us some slack?
We joined the bourgeoisie,
All ends in tears and hypocrisy.
Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2015
Anxiously the bachelor dreams
Of a lifelong commitment
From the insidious bachelorlette,
He proposed marriage tenderly
Could I count on you ~
To forsake all others said she,
He vows to do so forever,
If she were to love, honor
And be the best bride ever.
They agree thus bonding
In holy matrimony
Husband and wife
Were then introduced --Mr. and Mrs.
After which family, guests
And wedding party joined
Too, celebrate the start of
their forever promise
Adell Foster©2009 Adell1
Copyright © Adell Foster | Year Posted 2009
I shall daily visit the beauty parlor
And make myself beautiful for you.
I shall never clean the house
So that my skin is not tarred.
I shall ever watch my figure,
Eating calorie less foods and drinks.
I shall stay home all day
And will never be stay at home mom
But will go for Disco at night.
I shall not take drugs
But a drink or two in limits.
I shall awake late in the morning
So that you are not disturbed.
I shall adorn the house to earn
Adjectives from the neighbours.
I shall buy the furniture to invent
Nouns to be told to the visitors.
Our house will be all pronouns
But will never admit verbs as
They shake the very foundation.
*** I wrote this poem much earlier noticing a young married woman of a modest family adopting the modern living going astray from the household chores *** Based on a real
The poem was posted on 1/16/2007
Dr. Ram Mehta
Tenth place win in:
Contest: Any Twisted Poem sponsored by Destroyer A Poet
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2007
Long flowing dark hair...
Shoulders that spill down arms...
A sweet neck that glides down a warm chest...
A sexy stomach that reaches thighs soft as silk...
And legs that can wrap around its prey with ease...
All drawn in by the scent of a women that humbles a man...
The beauty of a lady is the hair of Samson...
Makes us climb mountains that once we wouldn't...
And write poetry of love because now we could...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
My heart aches with sadness,
tears they often flow.
What it meant to lose you,
no one will ever know.
Whatever else I fail to do,
I will always love you.
Copyright © ali hammoud | Year Posted 2015
There’s a part of you
I cannot see or touch.
In the dark, alone, I know
every curve of your body.
I could sculpt you from memory.
Each detail vivid in
my mind’s eye.
The baby nail on your baby toe.
This neck that takes to kissing.
I know the moment when your
hip becomes belly.
But there’s a part of you I
cannot see or touch. Hidden, I want to
know it all the more.
Behind your eyes, inside
your heart, that essential
you, separate from this
fragile tissue hanging, draped, over bone.
I watch you move when
you’re not looking.
Standing, your toes curling.
Twisting the end of your hair while thinking.
Asleep, I know your breathing.
You hold the morning cup like a chalice.
Little lines around your eyes deepen sometimes.
These things are pieces of a whole I ache to know.
This elephant leg obscured by sightless eyes can
be anything. Groping blindly toward
the totality of you, revealed in fits and starts.
This life of mine no longer turned inward.
Every day I have new discoveries to make.
Copyright © Sander Wolff | Year Posted 2007
out in the county and up the highway
anger hangs like lost voodoo over Miami
dances on bumperstickers
floats on airwaves
scars faces with perpetual glares
colors perceptions darkly
alters moods and
drives young men to football coaches
then army recruiters
anger that beats stepchildren
hunts coyotes for pleasure
and hangs corpses on barbed-wire fences
anger that asks
have you seen many Mexicans today?
just my wife and kids so far but it's still early
i hope to see more
he calls me a race traitor
he's to old to hit and i'm to old to hit him
so i suffer a fool
he tells his old wife only a homo would marry a Mexican
middle-aged men in Ford 350's
scatter brown children at bus stops and crosswalks
then pull guns to protect themselves
from the older brothers of the children they harass
and... hey why did you do that to my little sister?
can get you shot in "self defense"
it gets to me too as anger leads to fear
fear for my Mexican son and daughter
who have records but have committed no crime
but out in the county and up the highway
the police put up roadblocks
issue tickets without cause
and brag, every Mexican in town will have a record
they told my son "what's the big deal everybody gets pulled over
everyone has to pay their share"
even if they
come to a complete stop
obey speed limits
use their blinker
tell it to the judge, my son and my daughter
the judge who gives out four month sentences
for a third non-offence
or you can pay the
take it off your record fee
we lost your paperwork fee
you live in the wrong neighborhood fee
you drive an old car fee
we don't care if you did it or not fee
then after you pay and pay
re-arrests because the clerk didn't enter the payment
and retracted scholarships
my children are Mexicans
Copyright © Mark McAllister | Year Posted 2012
Rest is a requirement,
in order to have this,
sleep is a must,
after a day’s of hard work,
wherein sleep is a must,
to freshen up the next day,
though the mind goes to sleep,
and the body follows suit,
the subconscious mind awakens,
and in lie,
a number of dreams,
that always reigns in my mind,
is the death of my wife,
but more than a couple of times,
why does this dream,
often arise in my mind,
is the answer I seek,
is it because of the love we have towards one another,
or is it the compassion for each other,
or is it in relation of serving one another,
or is it a kind of warning,
a warning to take care in the future,
some people may call this as the sixth sense,
while I call this a nightmare,
as nightmares are really scary,
yes, nightmares are quite scary indeed,
if you do agree with me or not!!
From:-Mr.Manu Nair (dated 19th November, 2012)
Copyright © Manu Nair | Year Posted 2012
The Choir sang “Rejoice in the LORD Always” ----- REJOICE
I Knock at Heaven’s door, His voice says come ----- IN
I gasp at the sight of Glory, in a whisper I say oh ----- MY
Since Our Everlasting Day : I wait patiently for ---- DEATH
This is the Eternity my Heart has been waiting ------ FOR
To be One with God ,Together Always You and ---- I
Holding hands with Cherubim and Seraphim as We --- JOIN
The myriads of Angels, speaking tongues, Singing ---- MY
Salvation’s song: with My Dearest, Only Most ------ BELOVED
My Wife, My Life, My Heartbeat for ALWAYS ------ LENORE
To Praise; Father, Son, and Holy Ghost for Eons of --- FOREVER
Inspired By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen"s "End Line Word" Contest
Dedicated To my "Nubbies" L E N O R E ( 1st Place )
The Essence of "End Line Word" Form Thank-YOU POETRYSOUP for
YOUR Support and Participation
Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2010
My heart is wound around your heart.
Mine is sustained by the beat of yours every day.
My dreams are wrapped around your dreams,
As I find peace in your arms and ways.
My vision is colored in life’s beauty
And you were the one to show it to me.
My happiness grew out of the knowledge
Of the life you built with me.
You taught me how to love this world
Amid all the tragedies that befall a life.
And you taught me to find God’s way
When he brought you, my soul mate, into my life.
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012
sadness overtakes her step
tall black boots against the world
she's buying long and swishing skirts
skirts of power
wool hip coats with deep pockets
where she turns her gloves around and around
her strides are long for an old woman
her head is bent in lonliness
her mind is certainly lost
nothing is as it was
no one to speak to
no voice to the stream of self in her head
she swallows now
but she doesnt
Copyright © Zera Masters | Year Posted 2010
Paradise In A Dream
There is so much weighing me down
The daily toils of doing what others want
Screaming kids fighting all day long
Another four hours of Dora The Explorer
Trying to cook dinner with nothing in the cupboards
Every member of the family wanting something different
Hot dogs for the youngest
Mac and cheese for the little girl who won’t eat anything
Cheese steak sandwiches for the adults
There is a fashion show on the TV for my wife
The basketball playoffs can wait for another day
I haven’t seen a Celtics game in more than ten years
A fuse blows in the middle on the evening
Those basement stairs were not meant for a man my size
Finally the time has come for a peaceful sleep
Until my daughter finds a monster under her bad
Screaming and crying while I scare the monster away
I close my eyes as the moon rises
The witching hour when the dead rises
My dreams take me away to a paradise
The tropical sun tans my half naked body
Naked women chase each other on empty beaches
No kids, no wife and no fashion shows
Too bad morning and another day has to come
Too bad that I love my wife and kids
Otherwise I just might stay asleep
Copyright © R. e. taylor | Year Posted 2012
Stunning sunset feeds my soul,
Begins to collapse as night sneaks in.
A shiver dances down my spine
As your warm arms shield from night's chill kiss.
Your laugh rejuvenates my frame
Like the longest, deepest, warm massage
Your wit a challenge to elate
The Sunday crossword I want every night.
I am a schoolgirl once again
Who doodles your name with heart dot i's
Richest chocolate cake, a taste?
But you're trapped by baker's glass for now.
I always thought a fire burns hot
Then slowly dies: warm, cool, then cold.
But forty years and still this moth
Can't fight the attraction of your sensual flame.
If love could heal a broken heart
Your pillow would still have warmth and light.
But instead it catches all my tears
As I await our reunion, my husband, my life.
2/4/2017 140 words
Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2017