Satisfaction, Shared (a poem)

Satisfaction, Shared

Written June 18th, 2013

Empty.

The pit was filled briefly.

Alas, now emptier

Than before.

How foolish of me;

I curl up in the sheets.

He says nothing,

Although he must sense

My disappointment.

He only has time

To ponder his own contentment.

He has no touches for me

Why would he?

His touches are fulfilled

But I, I am

Empty.

I was filled materially

-briefly-

But drained emotionally.

Come Home to You (a poem)

Come Home to You

Written on June 12th, 2013

When I was a child

In days I cannot remember

I dreamt of planting flowers on the moon

As I looked up into the night sky

In early September.

I envisioned a career in agriculture

Working long, gratifying days,

I dreamt of artistry and sculpture

A menagerie of colors and paints.

As a veterinarian, I would mend and heal

Make loving pets out of the sick and faint.