Sit me in front of this beautiful fire
speak to me your poetry words
as we drink our glass of red
as the evening flows and our laughter explodes
your hand finds my hair as it travels my neck
and yes I cant wait another moment
as your lips touch mine
with one swoop you take me in your arms
across the rug....

The moment is at hand
you touch my face and your eyes
memorize mine, and I knew at that moment
I would be yours..
Yes darling this is my fantasy ...
the night you make me yours....

Our night you took my shoes off and read me your poetry..

Debbie Brooks 2014

Roses were falling freely
the earth was given up
the midsummers night dream
The majesty of the night
formed the barefoot madness
so many colors of hearts to come....

Shaken by the violence of the moments of roses
forming , words,'this is the day'
feeling stunned, bewildered
so much to learn
as the roses were falling freely
that day was like no other
but, there is nothing more to tell....


Debbie Brooks 2014

Remember that day we were talking
you were so wonderful, you wanted me
and I you,....it was a beautiful day... just you and I...

You guided me on the boat, it was exciting
my heart was beating, you bent down and kissed my lips
and you fondled my back....you said.. this is our's like you are mine
forever mine..

we would go sailing, you would hold me at the front while the wind blew so fiercely in our faces, we couldn't talk .... just kissed...

but, darling.....I am still waiting for the sail boat, for the race of our lives
for your many kisses, for our lives....

Sweetheart, you promised me a sailboat....

Debbie Brooks 2014

he wants me bad.. I know he does,... he keeps sending me looks..

AS I sit here the looks you throw
tears me apart,
the atoms of my body breaks into
my destination, is a world unknown
my wants, wants to run,
my soul, screams into eternity
there is too much too do..
maybe I don't want to do this
maybe my heart is screaming no...

Maybe, just maybe France looks good this time of year
maybe I will leave.
I believe in second chances, but baby not with you....


Debbie Brooks 2014

It's been awhile
you and me sitting on our patio
listening to our 70's songs
'why do you love me most'
holding our hearts in our hands
you making me dinner
touching my heart..

The day you left, hurt me so
but darling there you sit wanting
oh yes wanting to come back
I have to admit, the damage was done
the pain was formed
the tears destroyed so much
but there you sit..wanting me once again...

Should I have a hard heart
a cold soul, a nonchalant attitude
should I nod my head, that yes I want you in my bed?

Should I cry my fears, tell you no
or melt in your arms once again
like I did before ???

Darling, you do look so handsome
you are promising the stars
my lips want yours, tell me something
what should I do, do I let you  in
do I let you hold my heart again?

Debbie Brooks 2014

The flowers are blooming

Sifting through my day,
withered masses of an old heart
searching in the wrong corner,
dreaming in muted grays on a white background,
hoping the flowers bloom
and I get to see them

Long hours offer only relief
when I look past the walls
formed around my smile so long ago
they are only a faded memory
flickering in and out,
losing clarity

Out of nowhere, struck by a bolt of lightening
so brilliant, beautiful, electrifying
I can only stare and wonder, is this for me
to keep or look but don’t touch
To…dare I say…love
Love, my lonely volume of a friend long dusted on the shelf

Love, I now laugh, love only finds those
who deserve it and those signs have long since
pointed a different direction
But a voice speaks otherwise
a soft tone, a sweet noise I’ve not heard
or imagined since…

Whispers of affection from you
fall upon my ears…my ears?
like I am something, somebody, and it feels good
even if it is so hard to believe
And I feel tears forming…tears, could this be happiness
I ask, when there before my misted eyes

The flowers are blooming
and I see them