the kiss

 You kissed me that first time we met

like I had never been kissed before

I felt chills run down my spine

a tingling across  my entire body

Time stood still and I knew my life would 

never be the same again

Seven months later, you kissed me

and it was just as new and exciting and thrilling as that

very   first   kiss.....

damn you!

I hope you never stop kissing me... and I hope to 

always feel it down to my very soul

Before...

 And before I could catch my heart,

I fell in love with you..

Before I realized how tightly you had me wrapped around your finger...

I fell in love with you...

Before I found out how little I really meant to you - 

how easily I could be replaced,

I fell in love with you....

Before I believed you could never love me, 

before I knew my love was in vain,

Before I could stop myself, 

I fell in love with you.....

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 your mouth has said you are done with love 

but your lips tell another story -

the way you cradle my face in your hands to kiss me, the way your tongue dances on mine,

the shiver that goes downs my spine every.....single....time you kiss me... its been over  year and I wait for your touch to become mundane but it never does

your voice says you misspoke - you didn't mean to say 'I love you' 

I know that sometimes 'I love you' sounds like "how are you? have  you eaten today? did you get home okay?"

and other times "I should have been there for you".. "I'm sorry you had to go through that alone."

I drink you in -  your kiss, your touch, your smell...... I inhale you as I need to breathe oxygen

Your laugh,  your words, like food and air to me....

I never want this to end.... caught between day and night, like a fish in love with a bird.... where would they live? perhaps only in their dreams

My love is a 4 lettered word

 My love is a 4 lettered word

Hard, cold, soft, warm

My love is a 4 lettered word

Bold, kind, weak, mean

My love is a 5 lettered word 

Strong,  timid, faith, truth

My love is a 5 lettered word

loyal, saint, earth, storm

My love is not tender, it is a hurricane 

My love is not for the weak, it devours the unsure

My love you can never forget

Because... (i really hate having to title my stuff but otherwise I would have 500 poems titled "untitled") LOL

 I cried tears in vain....

because of HIM

I forgot my rules and ignored my advice....

because of HIM

I suffered heartache and pain....

because of HIM

I wrote bad poetry!

because of HIM

But he doesn't love me and so

I had to let him go....

because of ME

Dreams, an owl and death....

Not sure if its the moon, the stars, or both but some stuff has been going on with me - very, very vivid realistic dreams; the kind you wake up from and think its real, believe it to be memory... short, 10 to 15 second scenes that then play out during my waking hours...... announcements, information, revealed during slumber....

the owl...perched on the highest branch, the farthest tree top... I pointed it out to my daughter and in an instant,  the owl took flight... for many, the owl is the harbinger of death, a representation of the soul but for me and many others, the owl is  the symbol of the soul, of knowledge....

Found out today about the death of a young man from our community - I knew him from campus and from the poetry workshops at our public library... So young, such a loss.. perhaps the owl carried his soul

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the batting of eyelashes

a sly smile behind a curl

the twisting of a lovely strand of hair

a muffled laugh, a hushed giggle

a soft, quick touch of a hand on his arm

twinkle of eye, how is it done?

to entice and intrigue

never to challenge or correct

forever the damsel in distress - here comes the knight

in shining armor, upon a mighty stead

lessons taught but never learned

to hide not mind or strength

curiosity or capability

no damsel in distress to attract the hero -

should a knight come, perhaps to slay the dragon

the protector whose bad luck leads them to me

a witch - the foulest of titles

to dare to be a woman in need of no man

crown of branch and leaf, no gold here

my court held under the shade of the forest trees

a circle of sisters around a bonfire under a full moon