If I could wish
hot summer
and you
bare-legged
short dress
high heels
cool room
brass bed
white sheets
hair wild
body mine
then I would
wish it
right now.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I have posted this before – but I do wish it on this miserable English summer’s day.
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The world was so wild and unfamiliar,
Untamed, unrelenting despite the attempts of man.
All I had were my hands, feet, and eyes,
To continue upon an already crumbling path.
I lost myself along the way,
And stopped for too long to wallow.
The pathways of night closed round,
And I could not find the road.
Tall grasses replaced the guiding trees and hills,
That stretched toward my home long missed.
Then one day beneath the rain,
I found a path long unused and over grown.
I struggled through bramble and snagging thorns,
Almost again losing hope and the path.
How surprised I was to step through a long hedge,
Only to find the road home before in tact.
I fell to the ground and kissed its dust,
Crying joy for the mountains and sky.
Now I walk with purposed intent,
A different self entirely.
Pointed toward home,
I will…
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The shards of glass
Show sides of me
I don’t think I was ever meant to see
Memories of loved ones
Gone long ago
Haunt my mind like a salacious foe
Love and hate – empty and full
Reflecting the dark-side in this poor soul
Childhood kindness
Like holding hands
Whispering secrets
And making plans
Making love for the first time
Reflecting through tears
Lost in a world
That thrives on our fears
These are the final portraits I see
As life’s vital essence spills from me
The dark of the night
Feels like home to me
The darkness lights my way
As I listen to the music of the night
The night is the keeper of the truth
The home of lost memories
And lost prayers
The night is my safe zone
Where I can be unseen and unheard
Where nobody knows my name
My dogs keep me company in the dark
Guarding and protecting me from those
few predators that can still see me
I am safe with my dogs
They would die protecting me
Just as I would die protecting them
The dark of the night is my home
~The Tennessee Poet~
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Cover the sky with your hand.
The summit of your palm is the moon.
Your fingers are streams of stardust
sweeping through an ancient dune
or the slender branches of forked trees.
Glide them across the desert,
over valleys, the soft and sediment.
I am every woman you have loved,
their dynamic wings beat in me.
Recall my eyes as history,
you have lived here a thousand years.
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