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I Want To Kiss You

I want to kiss youIn the gentle rainWhile time remainsBefore we must departI want to kiss youOur lips will meetKisses oh so sweetWhen yours touch mineI want to kiss youAll through the nightMakes everything feel rightEven in the morning lightI want to kiss you. This is a prompt from dVerse. It is to create aContinue reading “I Want To Kiss You”

Once They Were Horses

Tamed by the bridle, led astrayWhere have their wild spirits gone?Galloping in the windManes flying free. Capturing the wind.Yet, here they prance. So pretty with their braided bowsAnd dead eyes. Sorrow buried beneath the surface.It’s hard to believe they once ran across the prairiesTheir feet shaking the earth, thunder in the valley.Mares with their stallions,Continue reading “Once They Were Horses”

Their Eyes Upon Me

Eyes watch me, they’re insideOpinions and judgements. Attempts to understandDo you see me? Look, here I am!I have my dark side and my light tooStorms thunder yet the sun shines Chasing modesty, underwater I swam.Awaken from my blanket of discarded decorationFlowers in bloom, birds do sing,I wonder what those who are watching think?What do youContinue reading “Their Eyes Upon Me”

Forever With Unopened Eye

I wiped the dirt from my hands. Well it was done. I just wish it wasn’t so hard on the kids. They loved that cat. I can admit it now, I liked the little fur ball too. I – Aww, shoot. Not again. I watch with a mixture of horror and admiration as the freshlyContinue reading “Forever With Unopened Eye”

Time To Fly

“What are you doing out here?” he asked in a whisper. “Something told the wild geese to fly,” she answered. He looked at her, trying to hide the worry from his eyes. “They do that every year -” “But not at this time. Not now. Something’s different.” He watched her. She stood there looking upContinue reading “Time To Fly”

Butt Why?

It seems as if there would be a freedomIn the bondage that containsThe very nature of it is contraryBut that my dear is the very pointA point, it may pierce but more oftenThan notIt is just there to feelThe tease of the wheel, the painIs the very joy of the experienceWhy squirm? It seems toContinue reading “Butt Why?”

My Heart Sharpened & Silent

Sharpen my edges With a sword of iron strongAnd a heart gone deadLeft with a note on the midnight counter Pain sharp in my chest cavity gapingWound where my heart used to beatPump red liquid beatingSharps and flats, silent The above poem is from a prompt from Quadrille – A 44 word poem that includesContinue reading “My Heart Sharpened & Silent”