In that place close to my heart where my soul rests like a white dove ,
I keep you .
I remember the embraces that were honest ,
And my heart soaring with something very similar to love.
A sweet passion all involved in color blue ,
Hard not to remember those scant good moments .
The anguishes shared , when we had no clue
about this life relentless in its destiny .
The locked door, the black stained window…
I remember your arms embracing me
lulling me to sleep, my own weeping willow.
Your branches extended and a terrycloth melody ,
absorbing the tears I dropped in our pillow.
Never mind the changes propelled by time
and even though not all your actions are good memories…
Our journey was the task that you never resigned,
together hand in hand confronted all our enemies .
Wedding wines - rather champagne shines
and bubbly breakout of blushing bride.
Groom with giant heart, gracious, grateful - grips
her hand with his handsome wholeness. Helps
his lovely lady into limousine, longing for her lips.
Laps leaping, longing, leaving the crowd’s “so long!”
Cans chiming cheers. Crowd chuckles at car’s rear.
“Honeymoon here we come!” Coreen casts a shameless
glance at Glen. His green anticipation, Gable-debonair.
Goosebumps and gorgeous view - grand peaks
of her bosom buddies, brimming with lace and brouhaha.
His eyes - riveting, reveling, robust, ruddy and willing.
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Throbbing thirst, thistles ‘neath terrycloth, while he waits.
Anticipation hurts - artfully, agonizingly. Her appearance
in nascent negligée, nearly naughty, nearly a no-no,
but not, for they’ve tied the knot and into a knot they go.
Get’m tiger! Tongues tangoed, trip to Timbuktu, tipsy
and top-see and no toodaloo - a forever frou-frou.
Silk surrender, sliding, suspend her, satisfaction in space.
Stirring, sipping, inhabiting each other, sensational and sweet.
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The performer pulled his ham string;
Trying to make her sing
And lying by the bedside;
Terrycloth embroidered
And again the bells won’t ring
Damp dark day out there
while the world in here is shining warm
as flames lick charring logs
and kettle sounds of glub glub glub arise from my kitchen
all comfort shrouded in terrycloth robe
the morning paper becons
with news about elections
news about rejections
news about confections
news about recollections....
and in this mystical world there is still peace and the enjoyment
of damp dark day mornings
Damp dark day out there
not going to work today and don't need an alibi
there is this tenderness with my canine companion who snuffles
against my shoulder
her long white fur smells air fresh
as my partner bursts into laughter that lifts our hearts up
we share the little beastie
much like parents do with their progeny-
and as she laughs
this damp dark day turns into a dry bright day
within me
so that even when it rains
rainbows can still be painted over the sunshine
of being human.
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