You, silhouetted against the skyline
******* slumber, slowly putting on
The night

Slipping into moonlight silk
Sliding into ambience
Of darkness laced with streetlights,
A veil of fireflies
Spilt,
Soft curves flowing side to side,
Voluptuous
Waves swaying delight,
My nocturnal albi

I want to know
your tenderness
intelligent and so very sweet
I will love you heart and soul
I will,
to love you
such a beautiful new treat,

I want to run my hands
through your lovely lovely hair
and let you slow caress me
do things I'd never ever dare

like to kiss with no abandon
and love with out the worry
love you slow and sweet...oh,
an never will I hurry

I will hear you
I will listen
I will be your lovely one
I will be your shiny moon,
I will
and you my lovely shining sun

all the things we ever wanted
an relief when days are done

I've waited now forever
to find you is my goal
I have no other purpose
you are the half
that makes me whole
you are the other part
to my old and weary soul

please I beg you look above
to see my star tonight
I hope you see me now I do,
as I shine on you a light.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Don't judge me by my looks
And don't read me by the books
I am brash and I am kind
I am hard to define
I am bold. I am shy
I am grounded, but I fly
I love, and I give
I cradle, I forgive
Though soft I may feel
I am thunder, I am steel
I am smiles and I am laughter
I am happily ever after
I am tears and I am ache
I am a mess when I break
I hold tightly, but I know
When it's time to let go
I am dove, I am hawk
I am the rose and the rock
I am rain. I am sun
I am I. I am woman



Thank you all so much **

I did not ask to be held together
Nor to be pulled through the dark
I only hoped to be warm for a moment
To linger a while longer in your heart

Arguments are battle fields.
Our tongues the swords,
Our words the fatal injuries.

The scene plays out as strategy in the tents.
Your men versus his.
You pick the casualties from his side,

Ego,
Pride,
Trust.

He picks his from yours.

The blood, warm, soaks the earth between you.
Desperation in his eyes.
Mercy in yours gone.

You pick up your weapon,
He flies his white flag.
Afraid, he surrenders.

But he walked into battle,
And you take no prisoners.

You swing your axe.
His blood runs down your arms.
His body falls.
His head rolls at your feet.

You lift your head.
You're back.
Blue couch,
White walls.
Black fan.

He sits in front of you,
His face as though he's been slapped.

He started a war,
You finished.
No white flags allowed.

Suicide;
it doesn't stop the pain.
It packs it into a grenade,
amd throws it
to your loved ones.