Hold Me

I don't want you to save me
Just run your fingers through my
Hair
Wrap your arms around me
Let me feel the warmth
Of your
Embrace

Life's Symphony

It can't all just be
Fantasy
Surely there's more
A second score
To this rising symphony

Violins gone silent
The cello and the flute
An echo in the empty hall
Velvet chairs
Indentions still present
The avid listeners
Now gone
Resuming
The mundane

Morning Dove

I heard the
Call of the
Morning dove
Late in the morning
When I was
Finally relaxed
A soft proclamation
Of coming days
Stealing me away
Letting me fly with her

Sister of the Moon

Cool
Night air
Kissing my
Bared skin
As I dance around
The rim
No need for a fire
I feel it in my soul
Music of the wind
My only tempestuous
Symphony

Morning Song

Graceful dance

 between dark and light

Early morning song

Glory

The Release

Taking it all in

Breathing out

Breathing in

Body relaxed

Mind & soul

Expansion

Letting go

Of

Unnecessary

Tension



My Type of Man

That suit is just
Begging
To be
Torn apart
I hope you have
A closet full
For this wild
Tempestuous
Suitable heart
You wear that
Innocent tie
And I believe it
Beckons me
Why?
Why?
Why?
Here
Let me help you
With your sexy
Silken mystic
Lovely bondage
Dear
I see you
Quietly reading
Bukowski
Emerson
C.S. Lewis
and Thoreau
To the floor we go!
No I'm not naughty
I'll gladly tell you
My story
Sitting on your lap
While we sway
To
And
Fro.