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.

Imperfect Love (a poem)

Imperfect Love

Written February 8th, 2011

He is not an iron addict

With arms stacked to the hilt

Thinned out like a pancake

He has been lightly built

His eyes do not burn

With the passion of a dying sun

Rather, grayed with a touch of sapphire

And a faint spark of mischief and fun

Not colored with alluring, sensual caramel

The sought after, sun kissed tone

Instead he is sprinkled with playful freckles

Atop of the color of clean, bright bone

This Moment (a poem)

This Moment

Written January 13th, 2012

I’m taking this moment

A feather drifting on a breeze

I’m taking it, and I’ll keep it

Tuck it away somewhere secret

A hidden safe place

I’m memorizing these seconds

And stowing them away

So I have them just in case

I find myself lonely on a cold, rainy day

Goodnight (a poem)

Goodnight

Written August 10th, 2011

I wish you didn’t have to go

But your eyes are heavy

And you’ve had a long day, I know

Goodnight to you, fallen angel

Know that as your eyes close

The sun sets on my world

And I will grow impatient for tomorrow to unfurl

Missing You (a poem)

Missing You

Written June 5th, 2011

I press my face to the pillow

And with a soft weary sigh

Allow the blankets to embrace me

Slowly, I let the day go

To be absorbed by my loving mattress

Freed from limiting concentration

And the confines of stress

My mind wanders where it likes

Since I’m quite fond of you

It tends to meander your way

In the dark of night

My thoughts screaming into

Silence

I think of you,

And I long for you.

No Shirt/Long Lovin (lyrics, a poem, a re-make)

No Shirt/ Long Lovin

Re-Make of Cake's song:

Short Skirt/ Long Jacket

Written June 28th, 2011

I want a guy with a heart like a lion

I want a guy who knows what I love

I want a guy with style that shows

And eyes that sizzle from above

I want a guy with the right intentions

Who's funny and attentive

And hot as a sun

He's playing with my heartrate

He's messing with my hair

He's touring my body

And he's only just begun

I want a guy with no shirt and a looooong smile

I Am Not Afraid (a novel) Chapter One

Began writing on April 9th, 2011

Chapter One

First Visit

           

The first time I saw him, I was nine years old.

            My sister had had a bad dream, and asked me to come sleep with her. Our parents were gone for the weekend, and out brother’s girlfriend had come over at eight and they hadn’t come out of his room since.

            I was only two years older than her, but I guess when you’re scared any kind of company is better than none.

            She had come into my room at about midnight, shaking me awake. I had followed her blearily into her room, crawled under the covers, and promptly fell asleep again.

            I woke up at three a.m., and to this day I can’t really remember why. There was no loud noise, no bad dream, and no sudden movements. I just opened my eyes and there he was, standing at the foot of the bed.