Suddenly I am awake.Millions of black dots makea nearly dark ceiling appear solid.Staring at the tentaclesof the old southern fanlabored breaths strain for air.Our dog is old, his anguish mine. Transferring love onto my sweet boystiffness unwinding, easing under the lovemy touch brings to his aging body.In the center of my belly liesmy husband’s devoted…
Category: marriage
My Compass
My eyes drift to paradise where angels dwellBashfully soft notes of a flute wafting gently overOcean’s waves playing hypnotizing heart tunesRhythmic sounds changing as the small chasmOf my instrument seals with sea’s thick saltLids closing blind my nose now my compassSmells of sweat and sandalwood intoxicatingWarm touches both soothing and arousingGardenia and lavender mixes with…
Joni Jazz II – You Are My Nectar
Written by Joni Caggiano (Dedicated to My Love) 2/24/20 / sung by Joni Caggiano – all rights reserved Photo by Joni Caggiano
Lust and a Coffee Cup
Window Weeper, salty tears lost in anguish, cutting deep with painYour saddened state only aggravates your memories which are in vainAlone inside empty walls, for you, there is now nowhere else to runYou should have known that evening out with lust, was more than funYet within your rending heart and in your dreams you already…
Pause
my heart paused todaywind took my bright scarf to seaall I saw was you Haiku by Joni 12/31/19 – Picture taken by my husband and best friend
AM Ballet
Whisking the eggs, opening drawers, the movement of feet, Along with the sounds of crinkling plastic as he opens the bread, The pampering is about to begin as this wife is about to be fed. Then sizzling comes when egg-soaked bread hits the hot pan, I cozy up to the pillows behind my head and…
Love and Coffee
Sweet the smell of his now sunken pillow Where he lays his buzzed and weary head. Gentle sounds carefully filtered find a way Into my cozy waking moments in our bed. Sheets still warm hold imprints of touch, Along with fragments of his voice deep. Gentle footsteps in the kitchen moving, Making coffee to awake…
My Wrath
Lips pucker and brows wrinkle as he stares.Anger burrows in deep erasing his kind features.Borne is this unsummoned yet familiar creature,From the inferno of my own unrestrained wrath.Stinging remarks racing from my impertinent gateway,Chilling his heart and granting birth to my sin and guilt. by Joni 6/19
Remember, Never Forget
Night shrouded in confusion, The jungle spewed forth, It’s rain, bugs and all beasts, Slithering forth, Amongst the sulking fog. Standing guard in the dark, Soaked in mud and fear, Diligent eyes darting perimeters, Guarding brothers, Desperate for slumber. So lonely, and how he craved, A cigarette for company, But the light was an open…