Stained sheets tousled, like her hair.
Radiant glow, bodies flushed, pair entwined in a dream filled sleep.
One moves the other follows, maintaining that basic connection.
A touch, leg to leg, shoulder to back, hand to hip…
The need to know the other is there, fulfilled. The desire to never let go sustained in the moment.
For the moment is all that matters.
Authors original version and note can be found here.
Wild Horse, roaming free
Just the way you were made to be.
“Why don’t you tame him?”
They once said to me.
He wraps his arm around me, pulling me in close.
I can feel his hardness against the small of my back.
I watched you walk away,
Blonde hair, pulled back into a pony,
A far cry from the pig tails you sported in youth.
Your anger piercing, with each step.
A broken heart can be slow to heal.
A new partner can numb the pain
will still be broken
A new life can distract from the pain Continue reading
Fool that I am, keeps hoping to hear the click of the lock, the slide of the door, and your familiar steps, like I’ve heard many times before.
The faintest creak, keeps me awake, as my body curls ready to spring at the first sign of your entering. Continue reading
My guilt is mixed with my hope.
My hope mixed with my guilt.
My desire, is for his happiness.
My wish, is for it to be with me.
Reality, dictates that neither may happen.
The clock ticks,
Tick, tick, tick,
The second hands’ movement a constant in the quiet house.
The residents sleep, as I stand watch.
My eyes start to droop as the night ticks on.
School books read, paperwork done,
Just time, before I can go to bed.
Will you be there to greet me at dawn?
Fast asleep in my bed, covers barely covering your lean, naked body.
A sleepy smile on your face, as you pull me in close and nuzzle my neck.
Your soft snore, erasing the ticking of the clock.
Your hot breath on my neck, warms me from the cold January air.
Your embrace, the last thing I notice before drifting off to sleep.
The nights are long,
the days short.
My mind keeps me awake most of the night,
my body sleeps most the day.
No reason to get out of bed.
No desire to get out of my head.
No need to do either.
My day off over, the need to function begins.
I adapt to keep my reality hidden,
and tie my mask into place.
I knew the answer, before I asked,
and hoped for a surprise.
I didn’t know how numb I’d be to the disappointment.
No tears, no anger, no negative self-talk, just numbness masked as acceptance.
For accept, I do not. Continue reading