Three poems rediscovered in emails written in 2008… to their inspiration.

 

Past Love

 

She wants to know me, what do I show her?

Instinctively, I hide my soiled hands.

No – I’ll share the trauma, she needs clarity there.

But what else? Today I’m happy, let’s share today…

 

Why is she so important to me?

 

Yesterday she was just a cherished memory, now what?

Is she hope…fantasy…That girl?

Is she some conduit to my favorite past?

A time when I was whole and un-whittled by life?

 

Why is she so important to me?

 

I don’t even know her.

What will she show me?

Would I really accept her soiled hands?

Could I cherish her again?

 

Why is she so important to me?

 

I know she is like me…but has she softened?

Is she still quick to slam doors and slow to answer the gentle knock?

Is she thinking the same things?

Am I on her mind?

 

Why is she so important to me?

 

 

 

 

 

She Kissed Me

I left her in the tall grass of the river bank

left her to the butterflies and birds

On my return I draw close and stop

I stare, I watch her …unpolluted by my presence

 

I breath deep at the sight of her

My heart leaps at the thought of her

My face smirks at the love for her

 

With a reed pulled from the bank she plays

She pokes and pushes…she chases and slaps

She is playing like a child, she is content and happy

Safe and warm…my love embraces her

 

I see our love dancing through her

My heart swells and I must let out a song

Her name, the most beautiful sound I know

She turns and smiles at me

She loves me and missed me

 

In four youthful bounds she reaches me

We embrace, and she kisses

Three times she kisses

Each cheek and then my mouth

Her arms around my neck embracing themselves

 

I breath deep as I stare at her

My heart leaps at the feel of her

My lips seek and smile at my dreams of her

 

 

 

Cascade

Holding her hand, pulling her close…left hand touches her face…just a soft caress…I drink in the softness of her skin, inhale her scents, look in her eyes and read her mind…gently move from cheek to the back of her neck, gliding against her ear lobe as I pass,  memorizing the different textures along the way…right hand placing her hand on my chest as I reach for her back…starting high but slowly moving lower…then pulling her close… starting with my right hand, her hips pulled to mine…feeling the curves of her…I mash our bodies together in an almost vulgar manner letting her know my intentions are real…left hand now sandwiched between her hair and the soft peach like skin of her neck, fingers slightly reaching into her hair…I add just the right amount of muscle to my fingers letting her know I’m leading, tilting her head to her right…I move my face toward hers, still inhaling her breath and scent…I wet my lips… and we touch…my lips slightly part, pulling her in…seconds pass as my body heat rises and eyes close…I feel magical…there is a release of something from me to her…now my tongue is hungry and passes from my lips to hers…moving across her lips tasting and feeling her closed mouth…asking her to open her body to mine…I feel her mouth relax…the faint and beautiful sound of the seal of her lips being broken…my tongue moves forward again, seeking the wet smooth skin behind her lips…I feel the release from her, she slowly exhales from her nose and lets out the most content of sighs…I can now feel her tongue reaching for mine…I am suddenly aware of her breasts against my body…my mouth slightly closes as my mind is overwhelmed by her, then quickly opens wider than before, begging for her tongue to reveal her passion for me…

 

 

 

Mutemandeafcat

 

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