From Books of gods and lovers
From the wind he came-- like an angel
With wings upon his back
As he leaned over my bed and kissed me
He dropped his travel sack
Fresh breeze was on his shoulders
And shirt of light blue sky.
I took in all his happiness
And looked into his eyes.
Black hair was slightly in his face
As he took my lips in mouth
And swallowed love of goddess
He thinks of from the south.
The North and East behind him
He travels all the time
Looking for his niche in life
The song with words that rhyme.
He is mythology to me- from books of gods and lovers.
He is warriors to me -of temper, claim and passion.
He is ocean to me- with waves so deep and quiet.
He is storm to me- that move so strong and long.
R. Risley
Author
02/98
As I stood in the doorway,
I thought my life a blissful grey.
All the feelings I possessed
dangling on display.
Gathered in one sentence
held tender in my hand.
I need a lover
a man.
Table was grey
waiter taking pay
Flowers were so pink
I could not think.
I just sood there
the music in my eyes,
No words to say
no lies.
To see if he would hold me
or flee.
To confess his love
or me mine
a time
in total grey.
R. Risley
08/94
When he leaves, it's unexpected
Like men who go to war.
One minute they are holding you
the next they leave for shore.
When he says he's going
He looks you in the eyes.
Your heart starts beating faster
your mind has tears and cries.
But while he's standing next to you
you say that it's OK.
You help him pack up all his things
and don't create delay.
And when she lays herlself down
to go to sleep at night.
She gathers two sweet pillows
and holds them oh so tight.
07/98
R. Risley
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