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Heather Mirassou Jun 2010
My Darling
Your fingertips
Slightest touch
My skin rippling
Goose bumps
Like prickly pears
Sizzling fire
Desperate ache
Primitive desire

My Neck
Bountiful harvest
Taste of Sweet
Nectar
Lays in wait
Begging you
Blowing breath
Your tongue
Tingling heat

My Body
An Hourglass
Voluptuous curves
Gentle *****
Soft as silk
Electrifying splendor
Blood pulsating
Taught and tight
Hypnotizing ecstasy

Your Body
Pleading me
Perfect design
My delight
Madness penetrates
Primitive union
Fevered passion
Quaking pleasure
Warm glow surrounds
Copyright Heather Mirassou
Heather Mirassou Jun 2010
If you sit beside me
Perhaps you will see

Life is but a dream
Life is full of wonder

And beautiful
Mysterious things

My life is splendid
And lovely to my dismay

It is not without blemish
It is not perfect or in a regretful way

My life is full of golden peaks
Made of heart and soul

An abundance of love
Unselfish and whole souled

In the prime of my life
A humble man set my soul afire

He is my saving grace
My knight-and-shining armor

All these days
You have loved me tenderly

You help fill a childhood void
You love me unconditionally

You love me whole-heartedly
You love me unselfishly

You are compassionate
Sympathetic and kind

You are affectionate
And never to tire of me

I will love you
Eternally
Copyright, Heather Mirassou 6/27/2010
Heather Mirassou Jun 2010
No longer affectionate, attentive, thoughtful eyes;
instead, an expressionless, invisible, blank stare.

No longer strolling hand-in-hand, carelessly;
instead, walking moonbeams apart, drifting like clouds.

No longer drowning in passionate, lingering kisses;
instead, an obligatory, awkward, fleeting peck.

No longer two hearts bow-tied with strings;
instead, reclusive, lonely hearts, in a noose.

No longer dreaming of a lifetime together;
instead, an uncertain, somber, painful future.

No longer a confident, loving wife;
instead, a heartsick, lonely, aging woman,

Desperately afraid of losing you.
Copyright, Heather Mirassou
Heather Mirassou Jun 2010
It’s been quite
Some time
Since someone
Noticed
Do you see me?

I am Here
My beautiful
Warm
Genuine smile
Smiling at
The world

Beside me
Don’t you
See my
Chiseled calves
And voluptuous
Thighs
A mile high

I may be over
Forty
But my *****
Swings
And Skips
To a
Funky beat
With a tip-toe
Skip, Hop & dance
That only I know

My eyes
Liquid blue
Stare
At magic
In the
Air

My skin
Fair
Freckled
With
An Irish
Pigment
From my
Grandmother’s
Lair

My limbs
Covered from
Head to toe
With Wisps
Of Blond hair
From my
Mother’s
Hair

Like my
Italian
And French
Forefather’s
My heart
Pumps
By Wine

My Blood
And
Endless
Passion for
Tradition

My fingertips
Reminiscent of
God’s great earth
The Goddess
Nature
Aglow

Laced with
Permanent
Calluses
From my
Writing pen
A kaleidoscope
Into my
Soul within

My voice
An accent
Slung with
Kindness
Compassion
And love

So if you
See me
Dancing
Down the
Street
On just
An ordinary
Day

Stop to
Smell the
Roses
May the
Aroma
Sweet
And lulling
Pass your
Way

Making
Your day
Do a little
Hop, skip & jump
And feel
Freedom
In your
Steps

Make sure
To Smile
My way
Don’t forget
For I am
Here
Watching
Dancing
Waiting
For someone
To see me
Copyright,Heather Mirassou 2010
Heather Mirassou May 2010
Is it a dream or distant memory?

An Italian Concerto begins

The alto singer bellows

A passionate tale

Proud and stout

He commands attention

                                                      ­      A classic narcissistic symphony


Balancing a tight-rope

A thunderous crescendo begins

Drums rattle and roll

Strumming your violin

You tip, waddle and fall

Boom, Bang, Ting, Tang

                                                          A­ symphony of broken things


Your white walls marred

Sheet-Rock littered floors

By years of crimson scarlet

You know this scene by heart

This is your life

A dramatic melody

                                                         ­   A symphony of broken things


You muster your courage

Hit your knees and pray

Picking up the pieces

Hoping his tune will change

You begin an ensemble

Piecing remnants together again

                                                          ­      A symphony of broken things
Copyright Heather Mirassou   2010
Heather Mirassou May 2010
“Be Alive In Everything”
I had heard it before and for a moment in time
I had awaken and was alive
But when fear, adversity, uncertainty and sin left me stranded
I raised my protective shield and ran with the wind
My soul stirred, whispered, cried for release
I wanted tranquility, happiness and contentment

I hit my knees unashamed
Prayed for strength, guidance and humility
No longer to let life pass me by
I took a leap of faith
Acceptance and forgiveness paved my path
Unwavering love and perseverance carried me
God’s Beautiful Artistry

With blind and deaf awareness
Be Alive in Everything
Revel in life
Find the detail
Be precise
Touch Everything
Explore

Be Inquisitive
Touch it
Taste it
Smell it
Feel it
Record it with Clarity

Be Alive in Everything
Now Go Paint the Rain
Copyright Heather Mirassou      5/11/2010
Heather Mirassou Apr 2010
I am drawn to you like
The stars to the midnight skies
The Earth to the burning sun
Water to thirsting flowers

I am comfortable with you like
An old pair of boots
A faded pair of jeans
My favorite sweater and scarf

I am at peace with you like
Sitting in a boat in the middle of a lake
Taking a walk in silence in the country
Listening to rain drops fall in the dark of night

I am alive with you
Like the laughter that is uncontrollable
The heart that goes thump, thump, thump
Running through wildflowers in the wilderness

Every ounce of my being
Mind, body and soul are riveted by you
I am alive with you, free with you,
comfortable with you I love you

Heather Mirassou
A poem I wrote for my husband.
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