She melds into the the soft sheets
Her milky white skin
Hot and smooth
Beneath my rough palm
A touch goodbye
That lingers like a kiss
Her words come back to me
As my caress glides over her
I taste her lips
And hot salty tears
And feel her fall into me
As she tells me the news
She is still so young and beautiful
And vibrant
That I almost can't believe it
But I have to
I can see it in her eyes
Her beautiful brown eyes
Say it all
And I just wish it was a lie
A filthy lie
Told only to hurt me
To tear the world out
from beneath my feet
To stab my heart
Until it bleeds
And cut me open
Like a knife
But it's not
For all my wishing
It's true
And now I touch her
On my way out the door
As she sleeps in soft comfort
So warm and peaceful and beautiful
And I don't want to leave

Took my seat as usually, an old broken
puppet in a shelf, left alone, staring around.

And this girl is walking and now she seats
right in front of me.

Renaissance white blouse.
Brown almond soft skin.
Wet red lips.

She looks right into my eyes.

We smile.
No.
We laugh. Openly.

If I had lean towards her
we would have kissed.

I can feel her lips,
I am sure
she would taste
like cherries,
her skin fresh
as a breeze
smoothly warmed
on my leaning.

We should have kissed.

If I wasn’t I.

And I shiver,
leaving the train
thinking of her
all this time after.

The mother cat is teaching her kittens fast
Leave them she must
In another few days.

Her babies are
Blindly following her
She knows her art of replays.*

Grow up baby till you have the caring hand
Grow fast to earn your place on this land
Not all you future can hold in embrace
Not all of you can survive find a place.

She teaches well her lessons are without flaw
She teaches you to use them well your tooth and claw
Yet not all can rise from fall make their way
Not all you can live up to the future day.

Learn fast child time runs wild don’t know when
You are grown and left alone with angst of pain
Learn it smart all her art of making it through
Know baby all her teachings are wise and true.