Cougar

This young man one night was born,
As I lay sleeping in my dorm.
I am old enough to be his Mother,
But this stud muffin is now my lover.
My pulse quickens when he is near.
My heart he'll break one day I fear.
But for now, I'll take him here on the floor.
I am Cougar.
Hear me roar.

December 2nd, 2012
Atlanta

Soft Landing

The warning in her voice
Informs me of her choice
The sweetest of goodbyes
With affection in her eyes
A gentle lowering down
Puts my feet back on the ground
And so, we are well met
Expectations, reset


November 28th, 2012
Atlanta

Let the blood flow

When fingers, numb from the cold,
are warmed, the blood returns
to the tips and flows under the nails.
Oh, my.  How it hurts.

A heart, protected by frost,
until warmed by a smile
that hints of long walks on sunny days.
Oh, my.  How it hurts.


October 22nd 2012
Atlanta

Broken Glass

When I find all the pieces of my heart
Maybe I'll love again.

My heart broke like a wine glass hitting the tile on the kitchen floor, the dark red liquid staining the grout rose. Exploding & distributing tiny shards to lay undiscovered in dark nooks and crannies, under the fridge or behind the bin, just waiting for an unsuspecting toe or finger to find them as I fumble around distracted and unprepared for the sudden, sharp reminder of the loss of a good drop of wine and a favorite piece of glassware. One of a matching pair, gone forever, it's mate left sitting awkwardly on the shelf, set apart by simply being alone.

Spring cleaning. That's the ticket. A good sweep up. Give the floor a good, hard scrub. Get in there behind the fridge. Catharsis. And when it is done, pour another glass of wine and sink into an armchair and sip and watch dust motes dancing on sunbeams. Soaking up the warmth after a long winter.


September 25th, 2012
Atlanta

The Keeper

I am the Secret Keeper
Of things that must never be said.
Dark Truths, hidden away and left for the Dead.
I am the Secret Keeper
Of Sacred Promises Broken,
And Sweet Oaths of Love that will never, ever be spoken.
I am the Secret Keeper
Of all that could have been,
The Missed Opportunities and things never seen.
I am the Secret Keeper
The Darkness secure in my Keeping.
Your Shame. Your Pain. Your Suffering. Your Weeping.


March 11th, 2012
Atlanta

Day Dreaming

So I went hiking and walked twelve miles.
Because I like hiking.
I came home and drank some tea while I iced my knee on the couch.
Because it was swollen and aching.
The Sun warmed my face through the blinds and I fell asleep.
Because it was just so comforting.
Later, I steamed myself, sitting criss-cross under the shower.
Because it is a wonderful feeling.
And at that moment I felt lonesome, craving some company.
I wondered if Hermits ever felt lonely.
Maybe in their seclusion they discover God's love
But if God had meant us to live like Hermits
Nothing would ever get done.
Wouldn't it be nice, I think, to have someone close by.
Someone to whom I could say "Hey! Did you see that bird? Did you see it fly?"
Wouldn't it be nice to have someone step out of my shower,
Wrapped in a towel, affectionate eyes, warm and wet and smelling of my shower gel.
Wouldn't it be nice if she walked up to me and gave my hand a squeeze.
"Hey." She would smile "I'm famished. Do you fancy a bit of cheese?"


February 25th, 2012
Atlanta

Day of the Heart

Tales of Yore
Are filled with Gore
Like Blackbirds in a Pie
Waiting to Die
And be Eaten.
Tales of Love
Tales of Magic
Star Crossed Lovers
It's all quite Tragic.
So what shall we do
To not feel Blue
On this the day of the Heart?
Drink a Toast!
Drink some Wine!
Cheer "Happy Bloody Valentine!"


February 14th, 2012
Atlanta

Breakfast in Bed

Now I wake me from my Sleeps
Warm and naked between the Sheets
Reaching out to Touch your Face
But of your Face there is no Trace.
Then, from the Kitchen comes a Noise
The Smell of Coffee and other Joys
Come back to bed, My Darling, My Sweet
There's Love to make and things to Eat.


February 12th, 2012
Atlanta

Lyrical Wax

I could Wax Lyrical about
How much I Miss You.
I could compare thee to
The Sun's Warm Ray
In the Month of May,
Or something like that.
I could compare thee to
A fresh Spring Breeze
Moving through the Trees
Or some other Natural Force.
But I'm all out of Lyrical Wax.
So I'll Keep It Simple and True
There is a Gap in my Life
And it's Shaped like You.

February 2nd, 2012
Atlanta

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Escapology

There are moments in life
That aren't to my liking
And I think to myself
"I'd rather be hiking."


January 29th, 2012
Atlanta

Half Life

Striving not to Strive;
To Live without a Goal.
But Oh! How the Heart Yearns
To Be one Half of a Whole.


January 29th, 2012
Atlanta

Agape

Out of Sight is Out of Mind
All Attachment Left Behind
To the Heart a Gentle Release
And may the Soul Rest in Peace
Kinship still, I Hope, I Pray
Not Eros then, but Agape


January 18th, 2012
Atlanta

Subconscious Correspondence

Cars are laughing through their Teeth
Dragons warm us from Beneath
Street Light Wall Eyes do not Blink
Into the mattress I do Sink
My skin attempts to Crawl Away
It may happen on Another Day
Toffee limbs Memory Creased
Pain warms gentle Mind Released
She is here but will not Stay
Made from soft Memory Clay 
Subconscious Correspondence
Waking Dreams Slowing Cadence

January 16th, 2012
Atlanta

Blot

A Man with his confidence Gone
Is no Man but an age'd Boy
A broken Toy, A living Lie
Just a Blot in a Woman's Eye
Tolerated for only So Long


January 12th, 2012
Atlanta

Blood

Ask me no questions
I'll tell you no lies
Sure, take a few guesses
You'll not like the prize
Some things are best left
You don't want to know
So please stop asking
about the blood in the snow


January 10th, 2012
Atlanta

Venus

The pen wet with ink from her well did drink
To write lines that stoke the fire of her desire
Once more and again to rise and to sink
Driving her, Driving her on to the brink
Wave upon Wave bore down on her shore
Gasp upon Gasp urging for more
Surf booming loud shaking the sky
Singing the truth Sigh upon Sigh


For Venus-Who-Roams
January 9th, 2012
Atlanta

Four Seasons

Lonely Heart
Simple Crush
Serotonin Love Rush

Passion Fire
Lips Meet
Lightening Bolt, Love Heat

Feelings Change
Truth Spoken
Freedom Won, Heart Broken

Lonely Heart
Coloured Blue
Truthfully, I miss you


January 8th, 2012
Atlanta

Starbuck, Galactica Actual

Actual, Starbuck. No pain, No gain
Toasters are near
But do not fear
For I hear nothing but the rain.

Starbuck, Galactica Actual. Weapons Free.
Grab your gun
start having fun
and bring the cat home to me.

January 4th, 2012
Atlanta