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Nov 2014
inadequate,
feeling that there is no way to express
12 years of love and devotion
to her –
granting gifts daily,
I sit enamored by grace
caught up in her eyes
longing to just quietly sit close
reach over and touch gently
the sexiest leg ever birthed –
whirling sentence fragments
spin endlessly
no longer attached to Kansas
I find myself with shiny new slippers
in a land I didn’t know existed –

stepping back I realize I am still unable to create for myself

completed
better than before
whole
soul mate
ect
ect
words…trite and inconsequential
when seeking to transcend
and elevate ideologies –
she is what I never deserved
but lived to experience
her blessing as part of my life
brings peace and balance
to a half burnt jig-saw puzzle
stunned, I can only weep
she truly loves me –
12 years ago in a dim living room
stranger expressing vows for eternity
three small children watched quietly
as their mother married a ******
in pajamas
only to spend the rest of their lives
with a father they could count on—
flash back to Tina
profile backed by the Arizona desert
a picture I return to often
moonlit body
exposed by the tent flap
perfection in memory
angry eyes flicker
as a 1984 15” flies from the stand
never a dull moment
when married to a Lion –
12 years ago today, at around 6 p.m. Pacific standard, Tina Lyn Temple became my wife, and I could be no more thankful or blessed.
Sam Temple
Written by
Sam Temple  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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