Trouble

Trouble…
Trouble I am
his kind of trouble…
Tempting?
Oh yeah…
With a tilt of my head
and slow
sultry smile
He was definitely gone
and
totally mine
But
the minute he touched
me
the tables were
turned
He became MY kind of
trouble
What I secretly
yearned…
With
slow, sultry kisses
and
mesmerizing motions
He made sweet love
to me
and
I felt
all
his strong
but
tender emotions.
So
I very elated
and
full of wonder too
gave all
that I am
AND
all
I have
to him too.

Now
in the dark of night
blissfully
reflecting content
on our
luscious
heavenly
time together
very well spent
To me
the word “trouble”
will not
be
the same
When I think of us
it will
always
be
our
very own name.

2 June 2011 copyright catherine anne hayes

What Belongs

1.
Lists help us break up time.
Before the list is disorder, chaos.
After the prioritizing is done
comes purpose, a sense of fulfillment

at least if life is a set of things
to do. I have walked a long way to get
to here pausing for libation
in all its variety.

2.
The farmers’ market was full of abundance.
We meandered through sights & aromas,
past the guitar & harmonica man
contented with his place

in this parking lot under a calm, blue sky.
We are receiving all that is given.
Without a list we purchase the randomness
of whatever, discover anew what sustains.

And when…

We are rogues in the gallery
of ever more darkening whys.

All humdrum & piddle-paddle
we rattle, prattle on ’til dusk.

The orchard of time’s diminishing venue
has dropped its fruit at our feet.

We plaster the pictures on the wall.
Judge not until you heed the call.

Line up. You have a number.
When asked say, “present.”

In your wonder you have wandered
to a clearing of the mind,

outlasted your resistance,
to find that each and every path leads here.

4 Haikus

(remember a haiku consists of three lines with five syllables, seven, then five)

Earth Haiku

Husbandry is due
to bring our sacred earth through,
fix mistakes renew

Mothers haiku

Mothers nurture us
with a purpose plus they re-
furbish forever

Hermit haiku

Oh, look at this world
I’d rather knot my brow in
sage rage far away

Fresh nature haiku

The whispering pines
say have nice day, butter cup
to the blonde bombshell

When One Is Inspired Beauty Is Born

When
one is inspired
beauty is born
and
because of you
I
am giving birth
Such thoughts
are forming in
my mind
Words flowing
through
my fingers like
magic

Beauty is within
me
Planted by your
desire
for me
There is nothing
I can not articulate
can not formulate
can not create

I am empowered
to spin scintillating tales
and magical stories
Make sweet intense love
with
words woven with passion

With you
in my minds eye
and
inside my core
I write down the first words
and it all begins…

2 June 2011 copyright catherine anne hayes

What Do I Say

What do I say about you..
how you found
my secret pool of desire
and deeply dipped into it’s
depths
to fervently
stir up
what has laid calm in me
way too long

You have found me out
and I am…
breathless…
Your eyes hold me
captive…
I find myself becoming
yours willing…
Take me…
With your hands
touch me
where you will…
Kiss Me
Open Me
Drink Me
Enter Me
Brand Me

I am ready for you now…
No more waiting…
You have woken
me up……
Let us begin.

1 June 2011 copyright catherine anne hayes

In The Nick of Time Number Two

I thought I never would have
such sweetness again
even just once more
but I did
Ever gentle
soft
but strong
with the first touch
I was lost
I opened my eyes
to see if he was
real
and he was
and was warm
and solid
and he took me
surrounded me
brought me in
went into my depths
where my secrets hid
Did he know they
were there?
Mayybe he did
Maybe he didn’t
but
he was perfect
For this moment
Just what I needed
What I was finally ready for
Again
Finally
He was a precious gift
Will he and his sweetness
be back?
who knows
It is all right
I AM all right now
I am WHOLE again
He came at the right time
In the nick of time

copyright 29 may 2011 catherine anne hayes

In The Nick Of Time

In the nick of time
the key
to me was found
and
I found joy again
I thought
it was lost forever
covered by
sadness
illness and pain
covering me
with
premature endings
but
I guess
I was wrong
blissfully…
blatantly……
blessedly…
wrong…
In the nick of time
I found the key
In the nick of time
I took the key
and
bravely let it
insert itself
open me
again
and God
IT FELT GOOD!!

I am not in hibernation anymore!!