Beauty

Under your hands

You unfold me
Take this naked heart
Peel back encrusted layers
And own me

Every inch of flesh is accounted for
Under your exacting scrutiny

Eyes that hide
Under wide mistrusting lids
Flower in your presence
Ungainly hips and dimpled thighs
Dance beneath your touch
Graceful fluidity
Finds me
Under the radar of your gaze

You strip me
Of emotional restraint
Slice through walls of anger
Pulling me through the fence
Of remorse, of pity, of doubt
And raise me up
A jewel
In your palms

You own me
These overlapping pieces
Carefully constructed
To fold around you

Budding reminder

As I sit in the cool evening air

Watching the petals fall to the ground

Hardened pink buds curled tight

Against the licking of the breeze

You rise to the top of my mind

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The persistence of friendship

Adventure!

Now..

Adventure .. now!

Come on.

She tugged my hand

As we crossed the shore

Her black hair streaming out wildly

As she pulled me along dragging my heels

Let’s go!

Kiss of Death

With soft fleshy lips
pressed hard
full against my mouth
He could suffocate me with one kiss
Yet I would die happy
With a joyous tingling inside
Willing him to keep his luscious lips on mine

When his hands firmly hold my neck
Thumb trailing over my jaw
Fingers curling around my throat
He could halt the intake of air
Yet suffocation would bring only desire
As I sigh and die
By his warm hands

A Morning Broken

Shivering in thin cotton sheets
The morning breaks into a thousand shards
Glimmers of the moments past
Those stuck in the now
And reflections of what will be
All swim to the surface
Intermingling with hope
Of a better day
It sings under foot
Allowing the birds to warble out its theme tune
Another song of the sparrow going unnoticed
By the ears of passers-by
And you all alone sleeping
As the world collapses around her

Covering over the Cracks

Peeling away the insanity
Layer upon layer
Of discarded skins

Each sheath of dusty memory
Laying a rotten foundation
For the next

Silently dormant
Unless a stray air bubble
Rises to the surface

Pushing the exterior
Forcing the finished facade
To suddenly

POP

Causing chaos to rain
On the unmarked carpets
And pristine walls

A bubble burst
Oozing of distilled tears
Ringlets of damp surfacing

Red rust crumbling
from the cracks of masonry
Threatening to break

“Let’s just brush this under the rug,
Paper over the offending lacerations,
Gloss over the blemishes”

Yes, lets make things all new …. Again