Moments ago I was nineteen years old.

That 35 years have passed makes no difference to me.

I feel his touch, our lust, his act so bold.

That moment in time changed my destiny.

He crawled inside me with an ease none have found.

Taking away my ability to love another man.

One moment and to him I was forever bound.

A beautiful little girl minus a wedding band.

I raised her alone as he spent years in a cell.

My heart doing time with him I tried to love again.

That kiss so complete created my personal hell.

Without an ending I'd nowhere to begin.

If only I could go back, become unkissed.

Without it I might not have my little girl.

I shutter at what I would have missed.

Her big blue eyes, red hair with just a hint of curl.

Unkissed would relieve me of his unrequited love.

Unkissed creating a whole new life for me.

Unkissed beginning with a painful shove.

Unkissed is a fantasy... as it should be.

BY BECKY JO GIBSON

With venom he speaks loud is rage.

It takes no time to express his need for revenge.

The depths of her betrayal takes emotions, locks him in a cage.

I see only a fragment of the heart she left singed.

What she took deepens as his soul bleeds.

His scars grow, eyes blacken as he weaves her web.

Angry, tattered he speaks of the times he gave in to his twisted need.

Nothing I see or hear declare his prisons ebb.

Betrayal turned to resolve make alone his new creed.

A thick wall without doors protect his ravaged heart.

Her ruthless actions stole his fire, his passion gone, complete.

Try as I might missing are the words hope will impart.

My attempts to comfort fall on the empty soul of a man.

Time heals yet for some it serves only to deepen sorrow.

All women are the same, they lie, cheat, set men up, scheme, plan.

He lives in her web, she won, he is lost...no tomorrow.

By BECKY JO GIBSON

I wrote this for a male friend who was speechless when I read it to him.

God

Writing

Drawing

Painting

Creating

Taj (my man)

Rauscha (my daughter)

Mason (my grandson)

Chocolate

Riding my bicycle

Listening to music

Collecting music

Dancing

Giving away my creations

Watching people

Puppies

Babies

A good book

Smiling

Being smiled at

Good food

Bargains

A beautiful fall day

Reading my poems to people

New clothes