(fourteen lines)

Their faces and tiny fingers filled my cupped hands
but, they're all grown now...on their own, they strive to stand
and hold shape...further from my warm hands...
still, they're shielded from whatever is harmful out there
rain or shine, they're raised high, safe from  murky water
somehow, it seems, i can't contain them much longer
but...they don't have to know
carefully, quietly, i will have to let go
here...today... i open my palms wide
my fears, my reservations, i put aside
and  from my cupped hands, down...they glide
like toddlers, shrieking while they slide
spilling continuously...like sand
leaving me...with empty hands.

Sally


*****

Copyright June 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

"Should we break up?"
(like the universe that, lying, we once worshipped
where I found the wooded field
/you foraged flowers.)

"Is it over?"
(like the night that you mistakenly uncovered and,
unknowingly, addressed my naked fears.)

"Please don't go yet."
(from the back of my old car, we learned to stretch the time and space
to make them ours.)

Should we break up,
(like morning does),
(unlike to lie in bliss, so-laughing)
I'd lose foresight
for my eyes, so full of tears.

Each time I stare,
into your gorgeous eyes,
I see a long wonderful journey,
into our future together.

Each time I feel,
the warmth of your hold,
I drown in the serenity knowing,
the comfort that you give.

Each time you say,
how beautiful you find me,
my heart swells and smiles,
cherishing your love.

Each time we kiss,
forgetting to breathe,
I am carried away with passion,
and the need for your lips.

Each time I hold you,
I hope that you can feel,
the endless love in my heart,
which I hold just for you.

Each time I say,
you are the love of my life,
please know that I say this,
from the depths of my soul.

Each time we must,
part ways for a while,
my heart aches with pain,
needing you by my side.

Each time you stare,
into the window of my soul,
I open every door to you,
bearing true nakedness.

Each time you laugh,
I am taken to a place,
that fills me with pure bliss,
grateful for every moment.

Each time you wake,
next to me in the morning,
I know I am looking,
at the other half of me.

Each time you rest,
next to me at the end of day,
I thank my lucky stars,
for bringing you to me.

Each time I see,
your **** *** before me,
everything in this crazy world,
feels so amazingly right.

Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson