Shh.

Shh…
We shouldn’t speak so oftly.

My conversation lapses; breaks

And each time you pick up the pieces,

Sarcasm and hints of sexuality

Weakening me in octaves

Speak to me again, and forever, and again,

Deliver me into this sensuality.

Your jests, stroke my confidence

Are you nervous?

Are you anxious?

Your smile is infectious.

I have a thought to share

But it’s gone quickly from my tongue

Leaving merely the lustful taste

Of an introspective moment.

And there are too many like this…

Too bold or sinful to share.

Ah… the games we seek to play.

The difficult dares and rules we’ve vowed

and broken.

But find me again, and soon, and again

Recklessly I await, inspired for more

Shh… now,

We shouldn’t speak so oftly.

(I’ve never wanted someone so badly as you.)

The Dress

Val

I kept my closet locked for months, because I couldn’t take the sight of that dress. It hung there taunting me. I ran my fingers over then silk ribbon that laced up the sides. It was as cold as my heart felt, because that night was gone, never to return.


A tear fell from my eye and splashed onto to blue rose that was pinned around the hanger. That was forever marked by the silence of everything it used to mean. I cried for the loss of the joy I had once found in that dress, and the blue rose that matched his eyes.

I remember a time when I looked into those eyes, and all I could see was love. Like a baby blue jay chirping after a summer shower, they lifted me gently to the other side of the rainbow where unicorns run free, and I flew on the wings of a golden eagle into the sunshine.

Now all I have is a picture, and those eyes have become so cruel, like a ghost of the past. They crush me with the force of a thousand waves in a stormy sea. I would give anything to see that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow again.

If

and if, in this world…

Your LOVE did not exist.

I would continuously cry tears of sadness;

Because I would know that the sweet kiss of life would be lost to me forever