WE ARE SEPARATE NOW

 

We're separate now,

Irrevocably apart

Leaving broken hearts

SEPARATE

Since we’ve been apart

My wounded heart bleeds for you

I thought you loved me 

LEFT ALONE

 

Tears stung her eyes

And her voice cracked

As she remembered

Her loss hung heavy

Since he, what?

Even now she can’t say it

Could not utter the word

Euphemisms fill her head

Crossed over, left this world, 

Gone to a better place

He’s in the next room

Passed away

Other people can say dead

But she cannot

Seven years have passed

Since it happened, her loss

And she lost so much

A husband, lover, friend

Partner, confident

Soul mate

And even now it hurts

Though the wound

Is an old one

It is still unhealed

Still vivid red, angry

Time is a great healer

They said to help her

To comfort her

But she thinks they lied

REJUVENATED

 

Laughter rings now

In the once empty caverns

Of my heart

Sweet wine now flows,

Replacing the bitter brew

Which once coursed

Through narrowed veins

My senses, once dulled by time

Now sharp, concise

Vision like a soaring eagle

Able to hear the beat

Of a hummingbirds wings

Nostrils filled with exotic scent

Heady and cloying

Exquisite tastes tantalize

An unsophisticated palate

And the reason

For my transformation

My metamorphosis

Is an angel

Earthbound

Who has energized an old man

Invigorated my senses

She has rejuvenated me

Stirred my soul

Though she will never know,

Must never know

How she has affected me

I will view her from a distance

And exchange polite greetings

A warm smile, a familiar nod

I will keep my own counsel

And I will feel contentment

Though my love is unrequited

A NEW YOUNG LOVE

 

A young love, a new love,

Fresh and in bud,

A heart racing-ly exciting love,

Though uncertain,

A future undecided

Though exciting still

A breathless love, full of longing

Eagerness and anticipation

Needing to be together

Reluctance to part

 

Hand touching hand,

Heart touching heart,

A pulse racing love,

With hearts full of love,

Though heads full of doubt

“Do they feel as I?”

“Am I a fool to trust?”

Will their love last?

Will it blossom and grow

Will it bear fruit?

Or will it wither on the vine

THOSE PICTURES OF LILY

 

Her hair was dirty blonde, shoulder length,

Curly loose ringlets cascading down

Her face was Mediterranean, dark, dusky

Eyes black as the night sky in winter,

Brows thick and dark, nose pert, mouth full

Her skin smooth as polished wood,

A figure like a Rodin carving of perfection

Dressed in satin and lace, provocatively

Full breasts hidden within delicate lace

Hips, buttocks, and every feminine curve

Slender legs sheathed in stocking of black silk

Stiletto heels shaping them perfectly

But the perfect vision is not as it seems

For it’s the airbrushed woman of my dreams

THE WHITE LADY

The soft pale skin of her face was hidden

Beneath the large broad brim of a straw hat

Which cast a dappled shadow across her

Alabaster shoulders; arms and chest

Save for the wispy strands upon her neck

The hat concealed her strawberry curls

And a flowing white silk dress concealed

Her young figure from lascivious eyes

The silk billowing around her, fitting only

Where it touched, her young body a mystery

The vision in white caused men to stare

As a shaft of light burst through the trees

Illuminated her form for everyone to see

Exposing her delights in the summer light

My pulse set racing by the delicious sight