The Poetry Marathon

Your image imprinted on my soul.

I long for your caress.

Enclosed in your smile,

I am safe.

Wrapped in your arms

My fears are warmed.

Doubts forgotten.

The moments we share

Are few, but precious.

Passion unleashed.

Is it really me?

Your lips crush mine

And I melt…

Hoping to return what I am given.

Tender looks, I soak in…

Are you aware you give them?

They stalk each other

In an endless ritual.

Scent hangs heavy in the air.

Smouldering glances dart back and forth~

A snarl is heard.

Grasping each other

Locked in lust~

They bite and scratch.

Devouring each other with their souls.

How dare you.

Damn you for loving me again.

All alone with myself

for so very long.

Living in my fantasies

surviving our past.

Then you yank me out

into the fresh air

and you shock me with it.

Warm and Sunny.

It feels chocolate~y smooth

touching me all over

even down in the tiny cracks

and potholes where I left myself.

To rot.

Damn you for holding my hand

pulling me free from the mire.

That sucking, stinking slop.

Pulling me to your heart.

Smashing your love

into my soul

stepping back

brushing the hair from my eyes

kissing my forehead…

Ohhh, sooooo tenderly…

Damn you for shoving me back in.

Holding me under~

and sprinting away…

(invisibly)

Again.

My mind is full of worries…

Will I ever finish?

My mind is full of worries!

forbidden

surrounding me

whether awake or asleep

your eyes, your laughter

your fleeting touch

sears me softly

burns my very soul

feeds the embers of my heart

fueling the broken chamber

pitter pat a skip and a scrap

my breath catches when it stops

(then starts again as usual)

fear fans the flames of my desires

of this I cannot bear to write

it fills me with despair

this forbidden fire

that you have lit…

(do you even care?)

Sometimes…

I think of that tree.

I think about you~

and I think about me.

Sometimes…

I feel the bark at my back.

Our limbs entwined~

and your body in mine.

You’ve captured my fancy

and I like where you keep her…

You’ve captured my fancy

and I love how you feed her…

You’ve captured my fancy

with a thought, I can be there…

You’ve captured my fancy

and I hope that you need her…

You’ve captured my fancy

and as much as you please her…

You’ve captured my fancy

please do not leave her…

The Moon is my Mistress.

Breastbone in a Panic.

The Lake in my Jeep.

Canopy of Trees

Spare the Glory

Of my Torn Panties

From Prying Eyes…

Life is one continuous chain of ups and downs.

Casually linked to one another, like old acquaintances.

Life begins as a short, well~oiled, well~kept chain.

As one grows older, more links are added.

Making the chain longer and more cumbersome with each passing year.

It becomes harder to take care of, and gradually we lose control as it wraps around us.

Working it’s rusty joints into breaking apart and setting us free…

Forever nagging.

Sometimes giving.

Sometimes taking.

Affection, worry, anger, hurt.

Overwhelmed

with Love.

Binding Us Forever.

Best Friends.

Dinner smells wonderful.

Mother.