Short Phoebus Poems

Soul and Body
The body holding its head up
Welcomes the sun rising above the east
The body with the head down
Bids farewell to the sun setting yond the west
 
The soul nods at Phoebus,
Coming from the east 
Going to the west
All-day long, keeping the eyes on...

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I curled up in your arms and fitted in each crevice,
     
     Turning gently to warm my bottom you slid around my thighs,
    
     Pocketed in your arms we breathed the same air,
     
     Touching at one point or one limb, 
     
     Stroking along every hidden soft fold,
     
     We made love again and again,
     
     Until giggling, totally awake, we stretched and kissed,
     
     To be part of our new day....

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Shackled to poverty,
An idle thinker,   
   Only myself to blame,
Imprisoned in this suit.

   In these woods, in that park.
Free only to roam and wonder.
   Solitary confinement in this crowd.
The flame of hope flickers,
   But the wick is almost spent.
Foolish choices sit me here.

Fortuna saved me once,
   I will never forget a vow fulfilled.
She will see me through.
   As Phoebus scorches me,
I seek shelter again,
- No one must know my secret....

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