we find ourselves as prisoners
a fact there's no denying
we have to blame, nobody else
on whom we are relying

the curtain call we all must bow
shadows of tomorrow
turn the page we know it well
the author of our sorrows

step from the path into this place
we bow our heads as we say grace
the past our present we can't erase
the future tense that we will make

We were young and so in love
the day we met we fell with passion
lowered lashes, mysterious smile
holds you love, all the while, my love....

Wings of anticipation flutter from my heart at rest
breathing you deeply, smells the essence of night
pounding of erratic love that beat all the time
craving you constantly showing you my best ....

Pushing the silken hair from my eyes that place
a gentle demand with a gentle hand
time and space pounding, slow even breath you take
there is only you and I, in this tiny space....

So My Love, those were the days
you sweep me up and took me away
it seemed my days were filled with you
with loving eyes, stretched to nearness
naked embarrassments, of my heart deflowered ...

Debbie Brooks 2014