Your body is a canvas,
Covered with the paint,
of your life.
I want to study
and learn every stroke,
every scar.
I want to know
every part of you.
I need to learn your story
by seeing
and feeling
every inch of you.

Summer Rain

*It is now almost four months
since you left me.
Fourteen weeks and three days
to be exact.
Sitting by the edge of the ocean.
The warm cleansing
rains of summer
Wash your taste
from my lips.
Almost as if you had
never touched them .

As if the purity of the  salty
sea rain could wash
you away completely.
Leaving nothing left of you.
Except perhaps for the
tiniest of tears falling
from my eyelashes.

Say
her eyes are
intoxicatingly
limpid pools.
Dive deeply.
Swim joyously.
Get drunk
on her soul.
Later,
enjoy
the best
hangover
ever.

  ~mce

Just like a gum
Once you were
Sweet, colorful
And strong
And after all you have done
After all the hard work
They will munch you out
Exhausting your glory
And spew
The shadow
Of what was once you
In a dull domicile
Worthy for nothing
But a trash bin

~I did not learn the lessons
about life at school.
Such knowledge is not a gift.
But a voyage in uncharted waters.

There is no pathway
or logical directions.
Only a scrambling
through darkened forest.
Where the light
cannot penetrate the trees.

Until now a lifetime
away from there.
Where the springtime’s
Impatience grew the flowers
in early abundance.

The trees budded
in the suns new warmth.
When the frost came back
and burned
the new life into coal blackness.
Melting in final defeat
the snow on each petal.
Choking the life from
new born green buds.

I thought then of the time
I almost left you.
Full of love in my heart
yet frostbitten
with your indifference.
As I planned my final escape
You came into the room.
Not a moment too soon.

And kissed me saying
the small things
I needed to hear from you.
And the warmth in my heart
Melted the snow and ice
That were burning my petals
from the cold front
you had brought in.
That nearly killed us.
And I said to myself.
So this is life.

Love the greatest teacher,
she teaches us to understand ourselves, 
to reveal that love is not an outer thing, 
it’s deep within.

Before we can receive, we give,
and giving find the jewel of human worth, 
we have this trait from birth
like many things,
quelled by the laws of adults in their ignorance.

Born with the bond that ties all spirits close,
and when it manifests its magical sensation,
goaded by our state of mind,
we revel in its complete attention, 
to details sensitive and full of joy.

Her soft caresses touch our quick, 
her ties established hard to break,
her empathy with all that lives and breathes,
she is our welfare, our religion, our raison d'être.    

Margaret Ann Waddicor 29th November 2013.

I'm finding it difficult to understand
How the words ****** and best friend coincide
And I'm still so set on finding out
Where we went wrong
And how
And I've retraced my every step with an unsure pen
Remembering crisp details through a blurry lens
As I wonder
How a fearless girl
Forgave her worst nightmare;
I wonder how she feared less
With every unsettling reminder;
I wonder if somewhere between
A drunken memory's flickers and fades
She went numb.