I touched her silken hair with yearning fingers.

My heart knew instinctively that our future

was in my hands as I caressed her skin

trying not to frighten her away like a timid deer.

Caught in the headlights of my need for her

I wanted to entwine my body into hers.

Holding back because I didn’t want to frighten

her away with my burnt offerings of ardor.

Slowly I began the passionate dance of love

covered her full moist lips with my own

tasting her essence and wanting to dive in.

Taking my time until her moistness

signaled her readiness to begin our future

I gently tasted her breasts with my tongue.

Take your time, I whispered silently to myself

cherish and nourish her with tenderness

Cocoon her in your arms and stroke her soul

bide your time until her bud blossoms.

I could see the angst of her past slowly recede

as I sensed that she was now opening up

a rose that had been hidden and abused

Her center was exposed and ripe to my touch.

We embarked on new beginning together

sensuality naked and exposed to life.

Out of the mist of a Texas field

A Phoenix did arise

Someone set fire to that precious field

Giving her wings to fly

Amidst the smoke of embers and ashes

She writes for sanity

Recollection

A dry crust trimmed

From memories

Of teenage years

Filled

With halcyon days

Before we three

Best friends

Parted ways

Before our

Sun limned times

Turned grim

When we would stride

The night

In cork heeled platform shoes

And feather festooned brims

Who knew life

Could twist

With such vigorous whim

To batter dreams

And take good friends?

I sit in silence

And contemplate

Past joy's sweet ghosts

I raise my glass

In poignant toast

To bright cloth of youth

Turned to falling flakes

Beams of sunshine

escape walls of murky

clouds, sprinkling

rainbows about the

room as light melds

with dainty rain droplets

lingering on silver

window screens.

A satirical homage

to an otherwise

dank

and

dreary

day

~ dMarie

You looked down on me

I looked up to you

You made promises

I kept promises

You lied

I told the truth

You strayed

I stayed

Now you want me

I don’t want you

I don’t trust you

I don’t need you

You betrayed

I left

In a cloud of dust

Won’t look back

You’re dirt

Under my feet

Nothing at all

In your zero world

And I am something

In my promised land.

I open the door

Closing behind I find 

I'm saving photographs that have 

Long since mattered 

It took me one week to empty out 

What she had hollowed in a night

There's a half bottle of wine

Red 

I left on the counter with the cork 

Sitting beside it

She saved corks 

Maybe she'll come back for this one 

Maybe when her loneliness wanes 

And her smile is as milky white as bone picked clean 

She'll have the guts to write 

And maybe all the words she knows by heart 

Will finally mean what they were always supposed to mean

Because maybe she was always meant to write them on the floor

I pray that she's brave then 

I've never been brave 

And maybe in a hollowed house 

With a half bottle of red 

She can finish 

What we started