Sophie's Window

Ten-foot green shutters

Grace the street's first floor balcony.

A wash line emptied each night

From the daily boy's wear.

The 26th of July Street

Is a 35-mile long, 6-lane main drag

Which stretches in front of the sea.

Palm trees along the middle island rustles

As the traffic whizzes by.

The night air, filled with barbecue corn,

And salt sea freshness.

The trot of a horse drawn carriage

Break the noisy people and taxi horns.

The sun sets, and the noisy people are now just a hum,

We sit upon the balcony, late into the night

Emptying all thoughts,

Finding lost souls,

Connecting a love of femininity,

Crying for our husband's fates

Praising our children's accomplishments,

Opening to each other heart's desires,

Fusing to the end of time.

As the night grows into dawn,

And the sun rises

The fishermen in their boats

Silently begin their day

Rowing west, past the Sultan's castle,

Through the harbor,

Then disappear. ©

I’m the baby, life is good

Thud, thud against the bed as she snuggled under the blankets not awake yet.  He said “Who’s the baby?” directing the comment to the 135 pound Presa Canario dog sleeping at the end of the bed.  Her eyes not opened, she answered “I am”.  He replied “No you’re the big girl.”  She pouted.  He came around the bed, leaning over and squeaked a kiss in her ear. “I would wag my tail if I had one.” she said.  “Ah that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me.”  She looked at him, and his eyes were glistening, even after all these years he still can make her smile at the little things in life.   Life is good.

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A Day

A Day

        Body
               For feed
Kisses rainbows

Apple mouse always imagines
         Thuds that jump over candles

Rockets were rough

        When sad small snow fell black

The heart quiets woman
         Coloring songs pink

Where music flies by
            Sparkles inside the dreamer

Shahenda

S he stood on top

Of the crested falls,

As sunlight danced

Within rushing waters.

Hands spread upwards
In meditation,

Speaking

To the inner powers

To appear.

Her full length
Emerald green cloak
Whipping
In the wind
That burst forth.

Transfixed upon
Kaatskill Falls,
The wind gushed,
Throwing her hood aside
Unleashing,
A wave
Of waist length auburn hair.
Green eyes flashed
As she chanted.

Dazzling rays
Of prism light
Danced
Forth from her right hip,
Her powers,
Being flocked together.

Echoing
Her words in the wind
“I open
To the North,
I open
To the East,”
“I open
To the South,
I open
To the West,”
"Elements
Complete my circle!”

Suddenly
An awestricken thunder clap
Rain pelted the entire world,
The wind
Growled echo’s within the ears.

Transposed,
Gazing sky-wards,
In her harbored circle.

All light
Was now turning
Into the shadows of evil,
As she had predicted,
The dark times had begun.

Her cloak
Whipped sky-wards
Standing straight above
Her up-spread hands and head.
Her eyes
Casting upwards,
Her hair
Hurling in the wind.

Her white gown
Blasted
By speckles
Of black dirt.

Prism rays
Of color
Danced
Within her protected circle.

Illuminating
The crest she stood upon,
As she chanted.

Night swallowed day
As darkness
Engulfed all.
There was nothing
But silence,
Within those dark hours.

As the silence
Was broken
With dawn’s awakening
Soft cooing
Of birds filled the air
The wind sighed gently,
Animals stirred cautiously.

Upon the crest
Of Kaatskill Falls,
Within
The illuminating circle
Stood a graceful tree
 With emerald green leaves
In an upswept reach
And a white spotted trunk.

And from hence forth,
Shahenda
The wizard

Was seen no more.

Observer

 

 

I am the silent observer
I watch the world With loving eyes

I see this life
I feel this life
I’ve dreamt this life

I have pushed clouds
Across the sky
From behind dark mountains

I have lit the sky
With the Aurora Bora
On the coldest night

You know who I am
You know my title
You know my label

Does this scare you?
Does this close your eyes?
Will this open your heart?

Harbor of Love

I leave the black wrought iron gate ajar My signal to you, if you ride by
To bring the sweetness of your love
Into the warmth of my awaiting heart
In the silence of early morn,
You come to me
Bring raw passion,
The longing desire
The fire in lust
Of our eternal love
We embrace, as if years
Have passed since our last encounter
Yet it may be only hours last we touched
Our lovemaking begins slowly, gently
Each counter acting the other's motions
Our animal needs enhancing and intensifying
As our motions quicken
Clawing and biting each other, with unquenchable desires
We collide and expel against one another
You cause me to forget to breathe
As I drown in our love
You spread my arms cross like
Pinning me down, as your rhythm is a constant flow
Making the world stop
We roll, you hold my breasts, then glide to my hips
Always keeping our movements synchronized,
Exactly hitting my internal itch
You pull at my hair as I reach one of many climaxes
Moving together with groans, heavy breathing and sweet sweat
We conclude in a furry of our shared climax
And tumble against the bed
Intertwined, satisfied, content
We dose off within the harbor of each other's arms
Knowing the outside world cannot touch us.  ©