Page 19 of 39

Home.

The first thing I notice is your warmth.
But long before I even take note
of your smooth skin under my fingers,
I feel the longing in my cold side
and the satisfaction in my warm.

Next, I take in your scent,
sweet and somewhat salty;
drawing it in with
a long smooth breath
followed by my satisfied murmurings.

I hear you murmur in response
and feel you shuffle close
while I listen to the sound of
you sleepily wetting your lips,
dry from the night.

I peel open one eye
and see you radiant.
I close that eye
content in knowing
that I am home.

Giving chase

Racing through the woodland trails
following the green eddies
deeper into the verdancy

with the sound of your footsteps up ahead,
with the sound of your laughter up ahead,
with the sound of you up ahead.

Your sound.
Your sounds.
Just up ahead.

The long mile

I keep on walking
down that burning road,
the bag on my back’s
the sum of my load.

My baby lost it
a few miles back,
vomiting black smoke
from a heat attack.

I could hold out my thumb
and try to flag a ride,
but I don’t need pity
because I’ve got my pride.

So I keep on walking
burning holes in my shoes,
‘cause to get where I want
I’ve got to pay my dues.

Rapture

A fire is raging in our veins,
while we wear a face confused as pain,
before spilling all over the place
leaving a rose upon our face.

May poems

This was a month where I tried to learn
how to write poems both silly and stern
and I found the tricks
to these limericks.
Next month I’ll let you take a turn.

Happy birthday

A rose for the bonny lass
on this, her birthing day.
A flower with a touch of class
for one who’s the same way.

A dress for the lovely girl
to compliment her eyes.
A gown for her to dance and swirl
and drift on through the skies.

Jewels for the sweet woman
that catch the moonlight’s spark
and burn quite divine when
she drifts on through the dark.

A crown of stars for the fine lady
to tug out her sweet smile
and show the grace that we already
were watching all the while.