age
did shrink the fullness of your lips
but not the fieriness of your kiss
passion is still dancing
a slow fox now
sophisticated, loving and tender

No, it was not love at first sight
but I don’t blame you
it was my unpredictable heart
beating different rhythms of youth

© Marialenn 2014 06/29/2014

her eyes closed
tears in every angle
face still smiling

© Marialenn 07/02/2014

just that deep smelling rose
just that little stolen kiss
just the holding hands
just you being here

and

thank you for the red balloon

I love the Seasons:
The luminescent sproutings,
The melt, the harlequin winds
And knee-deep sun.
I'm not in love with the Seasons.

I love the Beach:
The watusi to the shore
Where foreign waves
Lapdance my tired feet.
I'm not in love with the Beach.

I love a BBQ:
The fingered smells
In my nose,
The breaking of bread,
The leaning laughing heads,
The icy throats, and ants.
I'm not in love with BBQ's.

I love a Concert:
The M & M  crowd,
The swarm of fireflies waving,
The ka-boom,
The expectant memories.
I'm not in love with a Concert.

I love a good Ride
That parts my hair,
Pushes my cheeks, nut-like
As my Shadow drags the median.
I'm not in love with a good Ride.

I love the Holidays,
Wrapped and bound.
The gathering storm;
The smell of wax and cold mail
Of cards that say little,
But mean everything.
I'm not in love with the Holidays.

I love my House,
Every web and peel,
Dripping faucet and warm fire.
I love the honey-do list.
I'm not in love with my House.

You, I love for all the wrong reasons.

My secret
Is richer than a winning ticket;
Buried,
Like waiting treasure;
Fresher than rain;
Secure,
As my PIN;
Complex,
As a combination lock;
Password protected;
And deeper
Than thought.

My secret
Is Confessional sealed;
Private,
As a boil;
Personal,
As a shave;
Ignominious
As the front page.
The bartender doesn't know.
If you listen
You'd discover
It's for your eyes only.

So much can change in a lifetime
So much can change in a few
At times you can't get that change back
Obviously I'm still not through paying for you

Bound and determined with what we had
Caught up in our meadow of time
Clinging to the right of each other
While holding that thought in mind

Not privy to our destination
Or at what point we would step off
With no hindsight in the mixture
Only the innocence of thought

So many years have come and gone
So many passed us by
To be replaced by second thought
In the haunting question why

I just wonder if you remember
What we held in the secret parts
And also the boy that let you dive*
*Deep into his heart

Dandelions stand tall
   above the grass.
Inviting, daring. Brave.
    I have the energy
but not the heart
    to mow them down.
The grass rejoices.
   My conscience frowns.
My dog sleeps on.

r ~ 7/6/14