Piercing the Skin
The ache spread
little by little
as longing
withers my insides
turning moving parts
into a husk
of nothing
but the pain
of separation
and I miss you
so much
that I feel surely
soon the thorns
will pierce out
through my flesh
for all to see.
The Watcher
The sweet girl sits
at the window
and observes
the world
passing by
known by
every bird and
construction worker
as the watcher
in the window
always there
with a curious
and attentive gaze
Finding Perfection
My soul glows
brightly
in vibrant colors
as your love
claims me
as yours
once more
and again
and I know
exactly
just where
I belong
in your arms
Already Yours
I am open
and ready to yield
to your touch
with each petal
of my senses
unfurled
as I eagerly await
calloused fingers
soft lips
and the rough scruff
of your jaw
skimming on
sensitive skin
A Quiet Moment
Hipbone to deck rail
as I lean with tea
in hand
the steam swirling
the scent
of fragrant herbs
to blend with
fresh air
and tease the senses
as I watch
the sun sink
then you come
to press close behind
and my soul
is soothed
The Bonding Time
I want to stretch
long and tall
back against soft fuzz
on the forest floor
bare flesh
exposed
and body vulnerable
as dappled sunlight
skims over skin
and raindrops
drip
to tease patters
of mosture
on sensitive places
Twisting the Leaf 