... she dances in the driveway, sun creating a long shadow foretelling the woman to come. the song she sings would not be considered appropriate for joyous dancing by all who live here. she sings anyway because it seems right to her... in her joy, in he...
... in early morning waking there is that fleeing dream. it is almost lucid as I feel your body curled behind me... the warmth of my back spoon, gradually cooling. . my heart breaks under the weight of no expectation, of never-will-be, of truth. how...
... we met love and thought the dreams were true. but now we avoid love. there is no truth. there is no peace. the abyss grips fearful hearts. the song has changed and "believe" is no more. grief has been surpassed. there is only shame. ...
... i gaze at the moonlit sky and I am full of you. you are my meditation. I am mindful of your face, caught by the sound of your voice. the sensuality of you holds my heart in peace and joy. there is no thought other than you, the real you, the hidden yo...
I hide... every day. from hurt, from love, from myself. when my body longs most to feel your breath, to share your space, to be owned by you, I remind myself why love cannot be, why joy is perilous, why I will never be enough. the full moon breaks into...
. Dreaming of your face Your mouth Your gentle laugh Has become an incompletion. This hunger draws me closer To the precipice And a nightmare of unwise wanting. Memories of sweetness Cannot feed my heart. I am torn in the effort To understand this silky b...
Hopeful dreams draw me near.The thought of your hands .....caressing,.....soothing,.....loving,Makes my mind race Beyond wind-chased clouds.Is there something more than loveThat births dreams of beaches And bodies heaving in sweaty contention?My fingertip...
You are broken .... but you are enough. Remember this as you wish for the .... life .... love .... language that belongs to another. Stop adding new cracks to your fragile soul through flagellation and words that you have deemed are your just dessert. Res...
Some days I am the poet drawing pictures of moments with words poured out like spoonfuls of falling light. The written phrases may, or may not, be diluted by those that follow. My terrified heart often tries to press darkness into the light, to repaint th...
tonight I sat in dark warmth and listened to carols of old sung with love and passion and true faith. filling those moments was the memory of joy stolen.... the theft motivated by a need to keep me in line, to keep me isolated, to keep me powerless. and I...
birds fly and swoopover fields now bareand lying fallow.each patch of harvest completeholds promise.i am a fallow field...my heart restingand full of possibilities.my body longs for your touchon each furrow,each hopeful swell,each painful beat of my heart...
here I am, a pale desperation,when your passion prefers the dark and exotic, the scent of campfiresand the sound of music that stirs your blood with whispers of more to come. here I am,a sweet longing...loved and cosseted but never quite enough to satisfy...
I awoke to the feeling of your warm bodywrapped around meand the rhythm of your regular breathingruffling my hair. I felt so safe at that moment. Memories returned of a different sort of breathing as your body blanketed mineand your strong, erect length i...
my mouth is pouty today.....an invitation to your mouth to kiss me gently right at its corner,to whisper wicked and shocking thingsas you smile your teasing smile,and make love to my heart. will you come close to meand know the texture of my giggles as yo...
I feel you draw near as I watch the stars move across the sky and travel with them in light years of space and empty dreams. your warmth, your aura, your breath envelopes me drawing me back into the earthly realm. music plays in a room of smoke and mirror...
