The sun forgave itself
long ago, for burning too bright,
it scorched our touching palms,
cheek to cheek, it burnt.*

That night we whispered
A song to the reeds,
Let it drift down that
Wayward line of memories,
Let it settle in the graves
Of each bed we slept in.

We let fate colour our
Hearts recklessly, like a
Child who can't stay
Within the confined lines
Of their drawing book.

Until the dawn began,
And we let our skin simmer,
Melting on each other's lips.
Until we are only skeletons
Embracing through a
World set in flames.

I am a woman,
confirmed by intricate womanly organs.
I am a woman,
Whose heart has been stolen.

I am a woman,
Who looks upon her husband’s soul.
I am a woman,
Trying to comprehend contentment’s goal.

I am a woman,
Running from society’s judging eyes.
I am a woman,
That sometimes cuddle with lies.

I am a woman,
Looking underneath broken shards to find faith.
I am a woman,
That understands the wisdom of what Jesus paid.

I am a woman,
That believed I was damaged to the highest degree.
I am a woman,
Whose flaws shaped me into plain, exquisite Ree!

Take your quill,
Dip it in my ink
Look me in the eyes,
Dont look away or blink
Write me a love poem,
Whisper it in my ear
Make me so hot,
My skin starts to sear
Make love to me on paper,
With your written words
Make my lust soar higher,
Than even the birds
Then when you're finished,
Use propper punctuation
It makes my body throb,
Takes my lust, to the highest elevation

A poets heart,
Is a very deep well
It holds many secrets,
Some we never tell

We speak in rhymes,
Or metaphors
We write of hope for the future,
Or sadness gone before

We are guilty,
Of feeling things too deep
And pondering secrets,
Life its self has to keep

Poets see things clearly,
That others cannot
We wonder about questions,
Which time, has forgot

A poets heart,
Beats at a different pace
A poets pen,
Defies time and space

We poets,
Create our own written place
We poets,
Are together, our own race

As poets,
We stand apart
And live in the deep well,
Of our poetic hearts

Soon enough
This soggy eyed pollution
Acid rain and broken logic
Soon enough
The old man tells the young
It all will become clear
Soon enough

That maybe a rose
That grows from her hands
Reaches through her lips
Speaking words without thorns
That even the beast
In the seas can understand
Leviathan

Soon enough
All the years are leading to
what is to be
Soon enough
The wars have been fought
Are part of history
Soon enough

That a child in her heart
Sings a song of innocence
It gives color to her words
Soft and gentle hues
That even shine into her eyes
As I look into
And feel creation

Soon enough
We will see the hidden constellations
Are stars that we call home
Soon enough
The dreams we hold onto
Become something we can feel
Soon enough

When all else has failed....    
                                           My words can console me!