wasted librettos float through white sheets hung out yesteryear to dryher pain begins behind dour cheeks and strikes notes off pageslonely tears no longer owning a tributary are sent away to lament and die on her way home, she passes a graveyard for spellbound weeping willowsporcelain pores ache to be heard, open still awaiting his…
Category: marriage
I Dream of Mom and Dad
The sun was setting on my back, delighting me with fall whispersTrails of auburn and ginger colors left kisses of white ribbons on my skinAn anole wiggled with his last taste of energy behind dried leavesI heard a lone saxophone from an outdoor restaurant crying high notesThat is when I saw her, she was young…
Rhythm of Life
fairies play music on silken threads left by tiny worms a child somewhere dreams of dancing on her tippy toes lonely is the haunting sound of the saxophone a grandmother holds her daughter’s child the first time tears leave a salty trail on beautiful black skin red and orange waltz across the sky, dancing into…
The Marriage Seed
(reading time 1 minute 9 seconds) Closing my eyes, I hear the feverish pitch of your heart while my skin senses the earth, which discriminatingly recites her poetry in unison with the sun. My fingertips feel the pressure of garden seeds pushing dark, damp soil as roots grow downward. Your smell penetrates my nostrils, leaving…
Dancing Dragonflies
The fly fisherman is performing ballet with his lineCelebrating God’s creation with the rising sunshine Viewing the immense buck in a soft meadow of cloverFloating on a tender moment until my pain slid over Retinas reflecting the brilliant yellow of the sunflowerSquirrels eat the seeds as they bend their giant tower Dragonflies carry fairies across…
Bashful Lily
black and white notes of the wide-eyed dusty pianospare the two lovers their uncharted melodybare windows are dripping tales on the insidewhile flushed water lilies turn their petals bashfullyemerald green and scarlet was their cottage on the searising from the bed now, sated, he moves with a focussmelling bacon, and fresh coffee brewing, her smile…
My Honey Bee
Like honey the smell of the pink feathery blooms of the mimosaAre my contemplations of your wrinkled brow when I shall weepKnowing already, tender wounds which drip blood, that cut deep Dressings are indulgent shadows of a multitude of kisses laid softTo divert recollections that burden the holes where tears do pourFoulness one tries to…
Pool of Siloam
jade eyes like yearning sound, in the playground of our delightmusic is his words, floating like bubbles that softly graze my earshivering as tender touches, and butterfly kisses, birth my tear our bodies reacting as familiar pleasure finds us, man and wifeas one flesh we soar where stars burst and moonbeams weepas the blind man…
My Pillar
Your touch reaches toward the Aegon seaYou open the door, your heart speaks to meCreating a sensation, a quiver, your smellsMy pillar, my very breath, my blushing tellsAs I ache, as a bee for honey, a hand for a gloveYou’re the man who gave friendship and loveCome to me under the sky and sing your…