Hearts swallowed by sand,

inside of us,

continue to beat.

Living in anxious thought

I am so grateful,

that you are

faith that answers the door..

when fear is knocking.

Heaven has been imagined,

Plush, white, clear,

With eternal brightness.

In my head, it is instead

So much of the 32 year

history that tug o' wars

between us.

The greatest music I will ever know

is the wind as it whips at your jacket..

Taking my breath and ruffling

your hair simultaneously.

The sound of your tires on gravel.

What we have... lies tight in the

spill of porch lights.

Where somewhere

in the distance ,

A Jr. High band is practicing,

and grown men still call their Fathers daddy...

And fireflies, born into flight,

pitch themselves against

The night like

exploding stars.

Words of us are everywhere..

Beneath black soil , tapering with

The aroma of earth.

Slowly, I dig them up to save. Words like simplicity.

Angular.

Eternal.

Among things remembered,

Strong shoulders to steady me

In the heat of an August funeral..

The back of a hand slowly across

My neckline...

Cinnamon mixed with the

Smell of seduction...

And ink across young stomachs.

For you I will write a hundred sonnets,

As has been done before me ...

Using words I discover as I travel..

Putting them together

To form a lifetime of pentameter.

Innuendo, nay much more,

Is all you leave upon my door...

Kisses soft, like valentines,

not on my lips, but in my mind,

Behind the heart a secret rests

Left untold, left unblessed.

Tender touch could never heal

This scarred betrayal that I feel.

Jaded tears rip jaded heart,

Desperate aches in desperate dark...

Devotion close, yet so alone,

Virtue stands, ideals are gone.

In the place where spirits cry,

mine has staggered there to die..

And bowed it's head and slowly wept...

Completely stunned by secret kept.

@claragscott

First you are, because your blood is the very ink that flows from my pen.

Only like me in physicality...

Your words are gentler,

Your love is wider,

Your poetry is stronger,

Your spirit is softer,

You're everything I want to be...

But I must be satisfied with simply

creating you. Heavenly Father and yourself

took it from there.

@BMuise

This master of words

Painting pictures where there is

no paint to speak of.

@Fauxhero

I've wrote of you in other spaces,

different times and other places...

Your words find me on the wind,

Poet take me there again.

Into mirrors brown eyes fall,

nourishing the womanhood

that is my religion.

Among chestnut...Silver strands lie

heralding out lighthouse beacons

That carve my age.

Blush of lips carefully applied

with feminine gestures.

Soft strokes that leave hard color.

Fingertips find my throat.

First the bottom , spooning in a notch.

Then upward one catch at a time, to that fragile pool beneath my chin.

Under powder blue silk I retreat,

longing for love to find it's way beside me...

valleys of invitation that rock

with heat....

baked spaces that feel

like the world's first day

when rainwater dropped on lava.

And I lie, taking lifetimes to

realize, that the beating heart

next to me is evolving....

to the tangible, from the imagi

"I love the

Way dragon

Flies look in

Your hair. You

Stand beneath

Silver rain and

It's as if

Diamonds spark

Back at me.

I wish to

Know each scar

That has made

You. You, who

Will belong

To me soon."

The man who

Became my

Husband said

Hushed to me.

Screaming in her Father's house.

Blaming , accusing, bathed in hate.

Years of his passive, self centered existence

Catching in my throat and then exploding

Leaving nothing uncovered. Fire that always burned within me

Suddenly burning loved ones.

Within one episode, he walks on pedestals and I walk on ice.

Calvin Klein jeans

Soft as a t shirt..

Belt loops unattached

Less blue than the

Sky ever dreamed

Of.