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Details | Free verse |
The Swan 

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
And Still---
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."

“Swans”
-the symbols of everlasting love-

~*~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013




Details | Free verse |
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, 
Without hesitation
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

Details | Free verse |
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
                                is she.

In the middle of her day    
        she naps,         
for in the night. . . 

when her work-obsessed spouse
              soundly slumbers
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
                                                       flees away
as 
                    she
                                       runs.

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
is restored.
Then she collapses, exhausted on her  bed,
           where she dreams refreshing dreams -
which are necessary - 
                              for tomorrow
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




Details | Free verse |
Hearts mangled by grief
Lost in separate mazes
Cooking a half-hearted meal
A turn of the head, a quick glance
Trembling hands reach out
Right hand in left, a gentle waltz
to sweet soul sounds on the radio
We danced in the kitchen

Then hold your baby tight
Hold your baby so tight crying song
Swaying to Harold Melvin and the Bluenotes
"If-you-don't-know-me-by-now"
Tear soaked necks and shoulders
Melting into each other
Melting and blending into one
We danced in the kitchen

Oh how we danced
How we danced to the moon
How we danced to the dawn
How we danced in the kitchen

Sweet Jesus let it be so
Let it be so again
Let the music play on
Let us dance one last song
Let us waltz one last waltz
Let us dance in the kitchen

 











Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
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"..........





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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009

Details | Verse |
Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....





Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
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

Details | Free verse |
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
savoring, memorizing.

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,
only you.

Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
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

Details | Free verse |
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

Details | Free verse |
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

Details | Free verse |
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

Details | Free verse |
            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

Details | Free verse |
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…
…stay

Your freedom becomes latched
Onto tortured leeches

Sucking
You
Dry

It’s the closest you ever
Come
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

But, now,
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

Details | Blank verse |
I don’t write about beauty very often
Maybe that’s because with one eye
I see a blurred pillow
And one corner of your mouth
Your hair resting on the side of your face
Your left eye closed 
In sleep

I don’t write about beauty very often
Maybe that’s because with one hand
I can reach beneath the sheets
And touch your smooth skin
Run my hand along your side
Over your shoulder
Up to your face

I don’t write about beauty very often
Maybe that’s because with a word
I can call on you
And rouse you from slumber
To receive your sincerest regards
As I bid you farewell
Before an unwelcome day

I don’t write about beauty very often
Maybe that’s because it’s become so familiar
I live with you every day
And have grown to expect it
Maybe even treat it too casually
Should learn to appreciate it
And be thankful for it
As it’s you
------

I'm away now for 5 weeks. Upon my return regular transmission will resume. Enjoy, enjoy.

Copyright © scott thirtyseven | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
little girl who rose up
above poverty
above ignorance
above circumstance
above forced marriage...

little girl who rose up
above her poverty
above her circumstance
their forced marriage
their ignorance...

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

Details | Free verse |
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

Details | Blank verse |
Song of a Warrior’s Bride

He counts on me for beauty:
His eyes blurred by bloody spurts of war,
Scarred by deadly blasts of bone
And tissue, his vision marred
By chunks of men that shook him down
Into the oozing mud of sorrow,
And unscrewed the sockets of his soul, 
Blasting windows that once shone luminous,
Into dark pools of madness, mocking 
The watch he had to keep that night. 
 
He stopped his ears against
The final cries of men turned babes,
Moaning for mama or a medic,
Gasping for a hand upon their head,
As prayers and curses were sucked
From bodies by the piercing blows
Of guns, while rockets puked
Hellish flames that blotted 
Out the stars, until darkness
Swelled into a symphony of pain,
And his heart choked with agonies 
He could not stop to heal.

I have learned to fasten his gaze
With the soft gauze of understanding, 
A fabric thrown across the room,
Rich with memories between us,
Like rose petals sweetening the air.
I can still delight his eyes and lure him
From the tangled jungle pits he digs
And show him patterns of new mercies,
That reveals the hidden weaver of our days,
The keeper of our steps upon this turf					
Of life, turned gentler now.

I drape and wrap, twist and thread
My warless arms around him,
Still fingering the loom of prayer.
Murmuring vows over his embattled brow,
I draw him underneath our tent, pitched 
In the heat of hard fought love.

Copyright © Mary Patricia Anthony | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
An Angel In Disguise He labors in the field in blazing sun Beneath a sky of blue with clouds of white... His wagon and his farmer tools at hand. With wide brim hat and buttoned shirt undone, From dawn to dusk he works the blessed land… Brings life to fertile soil with brawn and might. His heart is happy in the time he spends To make a good life for his new-found bride, To be together, come the sun or rain, To share in nourishment from crops he tends; To bear the long hot days, sore muscles, pain His work demands in order to provide. And now he has an angel by his side... She stands by him throughout his work-filled days… Her hours are long with chores of farm life too. And in the evening, both at rest abide The coming of the next day to renew Their modest joys in life of simple ways. So often through the day, she is right there At window of the hay-filled barn to see, With loving cat held closely in her arm, Her dear strong man, if he is taking care To work the field without her fear of harm… His angel in disguise…dear wife is she. Sandra M. Haight ~1st Place~ Contest: Angels Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Judged: 01/01/2016 --------------------------------------- ~1st Place~ Contest: An Angel in Disguise – Painting #7 Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst Judged: 03/20/2015 Rhyme Scheme: a-b-c-a-c-b

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
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

Details | Free verse |
Yore of moments pass
From within the eve 
Of mazarine 
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

Details | Verse |
I'm growing old
My body is weary
I don't want to leave you
I still see you quite clearly

Please hold my hand

Are you still there
My time is drawing near
My vision is blurry
I can barley hear

Please hold my hand

I can no longer see you
The lights have all gone out
Oh, my darling I love you
But my time has run out

Please hold my hand

I see you quite clearly
Bent over my bed
Tears run down your cheeks
That you have shed

I know your heart is breaking
Please dry your eyes and see
I haven't gone far, reach up to me

And I'll hold your hand

Copyright © Timothy Emmons | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
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

Details | Free verse |
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.

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Copyright © ali hammoud | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
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
Many blessings 



Adell Foster©2009 Adell1

Copyright © Adell Foster | Year Posted 2009

Details | Blank verse |
I look at her and I can see
a woman approaching slowly 
the land of old age, her 
night-black hair invaded by
lonely grey strands, stragglers
of an approaching army, a 
relentless force built over
sixty years, stealing bits of 
her beauty, loosening her
skin, lightening her bones.

I now can easily see the old woman
she will become, and while I miss her
light-stepping, insouciant youth
which pulled both heart and body,
at last I can hear love's secret sound
as she draws my soul ever closer.

Copyright © L. J. Carber | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
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
person.

The poem was posted on 1/16/2007

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Dr. Ram Mehta

Tenth place win in:
Contest: Any Twisted Poem sponsored by Destroyer A Poet

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |
                                          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...

                                                       Michael
                                                            to
                                                       Rosanna

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012

Details | Verse |
To uphold clean ethics you may strive,
But which unfeeling fool does not know
That stolen honey out-tastes that of your hive,
And that the grass is always greener over the fence?

Silver and golden rings do strongly bind
And vows of chastity nail heart to heart,
But the pulsations of newfound love
Rock and rewind things back to the start.

So return that honey-coated flirt with a flirt
And let the tides of destiny take their course;
Nothing ever happens by accident or some luck,
For it’s the hands of providence that gather and toss.

Feel the warmth of newfound love invade your heart
And, babe, return that sweet flirt with a sweeter flirt. 

Copyright © Hannington Mumo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
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.  
Just there.  

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