With the Evening Over

They came together
after the sun went down,
he gave, she received
and she was satisfied.
With the evening over,
he was gone, having left her
what he called, a gift.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021

Mad Man’s Emotion

A pain so deep,
so overwhelming,
his tears,
turn to laughing,
(in hyena fashion)
it’s the only
it’s the only
it’s the only,
lullaby he knows.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021

I Am

I am
a whited sepulcher,
sun-bleached
under desert skies
and you,
an earthquake,
splitting me wide open,
exposing
the dead men’s bones
found within.
And who would love me,
if they saw me the way I do?

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021

He Wanted To

He wanted to
                       lose himself
                               lose himself
                                      lose himself
        in her eyes,
and she wanted
        and she wanted
                and she wanted the same;
with someone else.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021

Has She Arrived as Spring

Has she arrived as Spring
after a long long Winter,
with meadow flowers
upon the wasteland?
Tears and kisses shared,
mingling on passion nights,
hands and hearts joined
on the ordinary days.
Will their Springtime  
turn into Summertime
with its many miles,
with its many years?

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021

Soft Eyes Tender

Soft eyes tender,
gazing with loving looks
sent his way,
she breathes easy,
content, relaxed, and safe
in her beloved’s arms,
feeling his warmth, lingers long,
caresses and kisses lasting
through the night well past dawn,
would that she could stay
as morning wanes to afternoon,
and then to another evening,
knowing he feels that way too.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021

Upon a Bed of Daisies

She lies upon a bed of daisies
her favorite flower,
a blued-eyed ginger, waiting
for her lover.
He comes to her
to shower her with flowers,
wooing her with poetry and kisses,
then in the morning,
they wake in each other’s arms.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021