Somewhere between night and day,
she wiggled from side to side
then pushed and stretched
until each petal was opened wide.

Painted in beauty
she's a symbol of grace
gently swaying in the breeze
planted firmly in one place.

Waiting....
              waiting
to be plucked
               and caressed
full filling
               her passions need
                         waiting…  
                                     waiting
                      in beauty's pose
with ancient secrets of old
       blinded by her sight

she is....

The Fire and Ice, Wild Rose
~

Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin

Can you hear me scream these words?


Am I coming through loud and clear?


The answers are insignificant.


The questions are what I fear.


I'll keep my sorrow to myself


Don't worry I won't intrude


I am not here to impose upon


Or ask you to uproot.


A little time and patience


Some carefully considered words


A moment just to have each other


To find all there is to learn


Perhaps some more will come of this


We'll fall for each other entirely


But for now, I'll take just what we have


And cherish each moment completely

Within the realms of plausibility,
Us is none but the smoke of never lighted cigarette.
Oh! Hush now, deadly voices of morals
We can still pretend to be happy.

Light being its own medium

Wave
If you notice me

Solid if I hit an eye
Wish
We were better at
Being
Ever conscienceless

See its light being
Not me
Particularly

A thought now
Words

Furbished that they may
Gleam

An apple in your grandma's eye.

I'm the sky and
You move like a cloud
Whether it light or dark
If it contains rain
Or thunder

No poetry today.
No words for the despair.
No calming the fears.
No poetry today.