Pathetic

Pathetically I masquerade as a happy woman Smiling, listening, responding. Just as pathetically I wait day after day for you For a word, perhaps three a sign, a show, a glimmer of hope. Realistically I appear to be a woman unconcerned Cold, unfeeling, aloof. Just as realistically I listen night after night to you Fighting…

Waiting

It’s only been a week and god how I miss him I miss his texts I miss his smile I miss what he does to my body How he could read me so easily How he slipped in between the cracks and the chinks of my armor How he read my mind and wrapped me…

in rising spray

I want to write about something else, anything really, but my head is crowded with the sound of the wind in lazy puddles, the approaching waves and the cries of distant seagulls. I’ve lost my heart again, the tides washed it away, every fibre drifting apart floating along solitary jellyfish, my heartbeat trapped under the…

Terrestrial

Her eyes shine blue, but grey in storm Movements of a dancer Curves, ebbing, flowing, crashing together Ocean waves as flesh Sweet flowing nectar, giving life Ruby jewels parting, shining, enticing Perfect blinding distractions There’s a deeper truth, always going deeper Seeing right through to Leviathan just beneath the surface Eddies swirl A flash of…

Flow

As the sun goes down rays of orange light filter through the crashing surf Curling waves glowing from within It’s gorgeous, magical, mesmerizing And maybe that’s what your love does for me Perhaps it fills me Works it’s way through the churning, swelling, rising, swirling Waves that are me Yes, your love flows through me…

A Little Different

Why do I want him so much? It almost doesn’t seem fair. Nor healthy. Nor normal. I imagine that other people go through their day-to-day buying groceries, walking the dog, painting pictures, texting their mom, watching Netflix, driving up the coast, checking the speedometer when they pass a cop, eating breakfast, reading the paper, mowing…

Just Dreams

Woke up rather lonely Roll over Sigh Cold sheets over there Pull the blankets tighter about my hips Wishing, longing for his arms His breath on my shoulder “….morning..” A kiss Sliding my body closer still to his own Resting Knowing I’m his and he’s mine And we’ve got Thousands more mornings Just like this…