The Meadow

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I’m breathless, from running in the meadow deep∼while trying to distinguish the weeds from the trees

I’m panting, mouth open and pleading for more ∼so restless, still moving my tongue back and forth

I’m wanting, from wandering around in the snow∼licking my lips and savoring the cold

I’m falling, from slipping on rocks in the brook∼rubbing my thy up and down where it hurts

I’m confusing sleep with being awake∼fading in and out of dreams as the blood starts to seep.

 

Swallow

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If I saunter slowly under the moonlit sky will you stop me and swallow me whole?

Your sweet presence surrounds me squeezing away any hope I had of escaping

I love your warm lips and the feel of your kiss and the way your mouth explores my neck

I love your strong shoulders and tan, muscular chest and the way your hands fondle my breasts

Take me back, take me away, take these tears and fears and run with me to an unexpected place

If you take me under the moonlit sky, sweep me off my feet, stop me and swallow me whole

I will love your warm lips while they explore my neck and beg you to touch me some more.

 

Good-Bye, Beloved Night

I watched you kill me a thousand times in life∼before you actually made me die

and now I write to you from the other side∼to say good-bye, beloved Night.

Haunted by your frightening memory and the stormy passion we displayed

I’m now lost amidst the abyss of darkness that surrounds me day after day.

The black sky rains silver streaks of lightning and waves of regret

I look down at vivid colors∼the brilliant display is heaven unabated.

So you finally did it, succeeded in your scheme, but now, my thoughts of you have faded

from somewhere in-between I write to you, my killer∼to say good-bye, beloved Night.

 

Death Came Calling

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Under the surface of the water she lifts her weary eyelids up and peers

at the sunlit streaming rays pouring through the waves into her soul.

She looks down at her bruised and beaten body-though quite useless at this point

As it lays on the ocean floor beneath.

Shewing the biting fish away she wonders why her spirit hasn’t departed

one way or the other…

Why this hesitation? Why did they leave her behind in the sea?

There are questions to ponder-but somewhere in the wonder

of being caught, in-between, is a revelation of life itself.

She turns and floats deeper into the murky water…

Death came calling but she did not answer.

 

Easily Amused

I am amused by my own cleverness~by these random thoughts turned into prose

Don’t stifle the drama and melancholy~holy words and yet perverse

I am amused by my own narcissism~by my ego that becomes a believer in…me?

Don’t make me stop and seek something else~for this is all I have, words to write, down in your soul.

I am amused by my own creative genius~by the gift I am to the literary world

Don’t tell me I’m wrong and it’s just not so~that I imagine these things, pull them out of the blue.

Make believe land is the place I call home because whatever I think~it has to be true!

 

Good Morning?

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Oh morning, I owe you nothing.

What have you ever done for me?

You creep in like a sneaky being

Parting the darkness like the Red Sea.

Exasperating the very meaning of dreaming

Leaving me panting and needing more sleeping

Holding my hand, pleading, and urging my eyelids upright-you’re so uptight.

Mellow out and just let me be!

As I shut my eyes and fall back to sleep, I think~

I’m in no hurry to get up in the morning.