Where Ocean Meets ShoreSalty kisses touch sand-colored skin
as scarlet rays slide into atlantic glass;
and I find myself drowning
in the depths of your hidden truths.
The sea could only wish to match
the color of your eyes;
and your whispered caresses
fill my sails with the strength of
I swim in you so freely,
letting the warmth of your fingers
gently cover me,
and when I am tired of fighting
you lift me above the undercurrents,
holding me tenderly until I catch my breath.
But when the hurricanes come
and the fury of you swirls around me,
I know I alone can walk on the water
and calm you with a quietly spoken word.
Someday the tide will come in forever,
and you and I will be one again, for always.
Until then I will rest in your deep;
barely content in these passing moments
when the ocean meets the shore.
Reverie - euphoriaYou begin where I end,
and the touch of your skin
completes a journey I have been on
all my life.
The truth of us will be wrapped in these bedsheets,
tighter than your arms around my trembling form
and sweeter than even the taste of your mouth.
All the parts of you
combine to make me whole
and I long to breathe you in deeper,
until my soul is saturated with everything you are,
Kit and the Interview2:00 pm - I'm speeding down Interstate 69 (insert crude, prepubescent joke here), on my way to yet another job interview for a position I'm pretty sure I won't get. Or, should I say, I'm RIDING. Corey's brother Shane is driving nervously (read: cutting people off and chainsmoking), and my son Alex is in the backseat loudly proclaiming himself "a super ninja". Silently begging Corey for forgiveness, I light up a smoke to ease my nerves.
2:30 pm - After telling the receptionist that I'm there for an interview, I settle into a not-so-comfy chair to wait. This place is a huge collections facility, and through the glass window I can hear snippets of conversation...
Collector: I need to talk to Mary...what do you mean, she's not there? Where's she at?...Oh, the store, eh? What store is she at? Don't know? Yeah right. Well, this is Mrs. Jackson. Here's my number. Tell her s
Starfall - for CoreyI wonder if stars make wishes as they fall;
with hopes as high as their starting point
and dreams painted in the colors of a rainbow.
I wonder if they find what they seek.
Do they fall into their heart's desire,
smiling with sweet contentment?
Does the night miss them once they're gone
as much as I miss you?
Do they miss their place in the liquid midnight;
or would they,
again and again?
Between East and West
The sunrise is precious to me;
a gift from you, there in the East.
Bringing me a few more hours closer,
but reminding me of the thousands of miles
that still separate us.
Later, nighttime beckons me to stand
on the back porch of this old house,
searching for the star we chose as ours.
I find it nestled at the corner of the Big Dipper
and I smile through lonely tears,
for perhaps you are seeing it too.
I settle beneath the blanket,
resigning myself to another night of
black and white dreams
and you in two-dimensional color.
Sending prayers for your safety
I drift to the land of fitful slumber,
dreaming of a day
when between East and West
there is only a breath.
monster playpenFor a more in-depth description, read my latest journal. I put it there so as not to influence the reader.
Have you ever been dependent on someone you loved? Wanting them to fix your problems, feeling loved and protected...and then realizing almost too late that they were causing everything they "fixed"?
waiting for you to come home
there are no words here in this room,
only the artificial glow of your emerald eyes
as they watch over me from your pictures,
silent and unmoving on my screen.
your smile is frozen in time there,
but I remember it when it was warm,
invitingly poised just close enough
for me to touch with my lips.
the skin I love so much is there, too;
covered in a variety of colors and fabrics
but I can see places on your neck
where I remember kissing you.
there are no words here in this room;
only the silence of you being gone
and the whisper of sound as my tears fall
onto clasped hands.
Flutter - euphoria and kindredfragile wings
open and close
over a delicate body.
In search of life
And luscious nectar;
Parting petals and
Landing on insignificant feet.
it guards the secret of its flight:
fairy dust clinging to thready veins
and see-through colors catching sunlight;
fluttering in defense.
Pushing off in to the air
Bumbling in graceful gracelessness
Through an array of semi precious perches,
coming to land inquisitively
on a tiny finger.
With the soft stroke of a finger tip
paper thin wings crumble
in merciless curiousity;
And innocent admiration shines
in the child's bright eyes.