‘tis almost a full moon
the sands of time slip-slide away
leaving her to contend
with a plethora of gray.
as the sunset glow lingers
drifting across a blue sapphire sky,
loneliness yearns company.
this wine has softened
during these intervening years,
laced with a maturity
that now speaks the language of wisdom.
dedicated to the ones who truly reflect
what’s the point of history
if we keep flying
paper kites into a level five hurricane?
but i suspect
you will be the one doing the ‘killing’......
singing my life with your words
killing me softly with your poems
“after all there is no point in living
if you don’t feel alive”......
dedicated to the queen of the metaphor, a talented writer waiting to crawl out of her shell.
besotted by a gazelle’s gaze
beguiled by her effusive smile
bewildered he stands,
bereft of any shame
begging with a bowl for her lips and more....
this one is for the daring ones that risk to lust
picking fall couture ~~
when did she start putting
herself in his shoes?
dedicated to those who see other people’s pain.
sharing this tiramisu ~~
the one more in love
gets a little less
inspired by the japanese haiku poet keisanjin
dedicated to all those who are willing to share their desserts unconditionally
her neatly made bed
decorated with satin sheets and silk pillows,
some dainty rose petals.....
a green bottle of bubbly by the bed side
the highlight of the night....
that slinky ‘coco de mer’ lingerie
her secret weapon.....
as she tucks away her pleasure toy
a smile of relief descends.....
her lover is back in town!
dedicated to all those who are separated from their lovers