Fresh Eggs

Those fresh eggs broke when they shouldnt have cracked
Hard rain poured down when we needed sunshine;
Bagpipes drowned out the harsh words we had packed
Into suitcases and dreams left behind
In your absence, I became addicted
To childrens blithe laughter --because it is
Sweeter than what I had once predicted
Red lips from bites -- not passionate kisses
Too many jets landed and flew away
My hands ache from waving my heart goodbye
Trust turned blue from hoping that you would stay
Then we both passed out from the inhaled lie
I don't try to cook fresh eggs anymore
Just buy them in a bottle from the store

Prediction

It will end with
tears falling
into steeped tea for one
heart aching
from too much running --
I suppose
and boxing up your memories
Because I can finally
live without those

Softly, Messy

I love the way
my hair falls
softly, messy
around you
and the chill of sweat
trickling down my back
When arching and pulling
away from
but pushing deeper into you
I love memories
like that

7 PM

Ice melting slowly
I lean into you
whirpools of water
everything feels new
Mixed with my drink
lustful liquids combine
as they crash into the glass
I’m reinventing time
Stirring them, moving them
motions near the prize
around a ripe, red cherry
your hand upon my thigh
I’m listening to your story
but begin to plan and think
How your mouth curves slightly
How I taste you as you speak
Your hand upon my back
My body feels desire
You lead me out the door
a rising, climbing fire
Dark and misty rain
falling into your kiss
shield us from the lights
I’m blinded from the bliss

New Flames

My body is hypnotized poetry
                        his touch is the script to my flesh
                        Tenderly he explores all of me
                        searching hands upon my breasts
                        Aching for his lips upon mine
                        daring to taste his desire
                        He lures me closer
                        I lean into his world
                        Inventing new flames for our fire

Prescription

My soft hands
gliding over your tired soul
like warmth over heat
cover you with sleep
Something that creeps in
Taking hold of your senses
gripping onto your emotions
covering them in suspended depth
retreats for the moment --
This moment that I hold you
so close to my hope
Transcending every venue
of depression and confusion
futile spies who wait
disguised in fear
will hide from the taste
of the sheltered kiss I bring
Tenderly and carefully
lifting you to faith
I will carry uncertainty for you,
this burden, this strangess
an unfamiliar place
My lips land gently
upon your worries
smoothing away
the unruly wrinkles of sorrow
and healing those wounds
that have temporarily left
their reputable bloody disdain
on your possible tomorrows
I will wash you again, my love
Breathing in the late night air
exhaling cool dreams
into your mind
upon your fevered heart
with a silence only given
not wasted
while we are apart
bringing your strength in…
I will hold you high above the night
Listening to your pain and promise
from too many miles away
without you…
but so near to you…
While you rest
I will stay beside you
I will do my best

Your Laughter

I felt it just now -- a powerful pull
A longing to hear that genuine sound
That resonates deep, a seed for my soul
Like a spring flower growing underground
At times it is quiet, or somewhat shy
At others, accompanied by a scoff
One bears a smile reflecting the sky
Your tone deep and husky, but not too rough
The tension is lost, the moment regained
I hear a child remembering joy
When it can no longer be held, contained
It sings the happiness of a young boy
I felt it now  -- my heart's beating faster
How much I miss your infectious laughter