FREESTYLEVISION

I see you clutching poems to your chest still and quiet as a monk praying Alone now- cold dawn creeping into your flat footsteps disappearing down dead end streets the dust accumulating,old scabs and sores, words of worry building cubist music of the mind. Children sleeping, you weeping the sink leaking, wintering of days- wearing…

Will the proverbial shoe drop like it always does? Do I dare to be happy? I am so filled up with joy Things seem to FINALLY be going my way Do I DARE to believe? Do I Dare to let out my breath? Do I STOP looking over my shoulder? I am so happy so…

I miss my city. The huge man made marvels that make up the landscape. The insomnia that can never be cured. The cracks, the crevices, the slums and the heights. The underground stream where people unite. For one goal, to individually get where they must go. I miss the option of stairs or elevator. And…

In the brightness of day and in the deepness of night I have luscious thoughts of our bodies entwined touches that are exquisite…divine You who thrill me I will enthrall you Be the fire in your blood and rays of sun that cascades over your flesh I am the sweet pungent honey on your tongue…

I just want to turn away run off to find A new and more simple day… Where people like me for what I say… And maybe even give me some pay… Now I give material goods away… Just because they get in my way And slow me down along my joyful stay… People I know…

In my shadowy bedroom The heat of the day trying to be kept at bay by the drawn bamboo curtains The whirr of the fans the only sound A single drop of moisture runs down between my breasts I wonder what it would be like to have you catch that drop with your tongue What…

I tremble at the thought of your hands on my body the taste of your mouth the scent of your skin the knowledge the truth that soon you will be with me surrounding me in me after all this time of waiting and after many joyous hours of our mutual loving I would sleep peacefully…

In the still early morning of yet another night bereft of sleep I see myself as you looked at me through your lens That individual moment you captured I was unaware My minds memory recalled the smooth grained sand cooled by the gently bubbling minuscule waves that my aching toes and heels delighted in The…

What do I miss about you? Let me list the ways: I Miss the sound of your voice in my ear Miss you whispering my name so soft and sweet As only you know how. I Miss feeling your tender embrace And the knowledge that I am safe Wrapped in your love. I Miss being…