evocative muse

house beautiful

was it a dream
or a memory

she said she’d never leave
a grand dame
in need of a palace

you were
to her
everyone who went by
couldn’t help
but stop and take in your beauty

she cared for you
more than the kids

the blanket


it wasn’t a dusting

a blanket fell
covering as far
as 1 could see

stood still
quietly content
to take
a day off



day after day

their lives didn’t meld
didn’t jell
they crashed
like the waves to the shore
in a peaceful bliss
more often
as in a raging storm
the differences
divided them
their passions
united them

it wasn’t a gale
they had to weather

her eyes

her eyes
stared at me
blinding my sight

the intensity
the concentration
drew me in

no verbal discourse needed
her eyes
to her intentions

slightly mysterious
captivating me

wanting more

oh………for the fantasies
that formed

to place a kiss

1030 better than a park bench

it was a home
away from home
a place
a rest stop
between roams
slightly stable
even though
the floors creaked
and the walls
seeped in tales
that no one knew
and the new
would be trash talk
when there was nothing

a bite

i dangled my heart
…………………………in front of you

you didn’t take
a nibble
you took a bite

my life
suddenly turned
inside out
couldn’t scream
couldn’t shout
the emotions
dripped from my skin
your eyes laughed
my painted toes danced