DRIFTING
I feel for the first time.
Can’t you see?
I squeeze for the first time.
Mother is god.
Her arms safe and warm.
Her gaze smiling.
We laugh.
I cry.
We laugh some more.
She tells me she loves me.
I wish I could do the same.
My tiny tears.
I watch how she cares for me.
She’s beautiful.
The way she’s meant to be.
That hidden twitch in her eye.
Of what’s to come, a mere glint.
Her tiny tears.
We drift together.
Both from different things.
We are drifting together.
And I am so tiny.
And she is so alive.
Unbroken by the drunken voice.
Unbroken by the heavy hand.
Unbroken by the demons control.
Unbroken by the constant put downs.
Unbroken by the bruised arms.
Unbroken by the creeping disease.
Stronger when she is with me.
Stronger when I am in those arms.
Stronger when I smile with my eyes.
Stronger when I follow her.
Stronger when I hold her fingers.
Stronger when I close my eyes.
And yet, all around us, life carried on.
And yet, all around us, people and places changed.
And yet, all around us, life and death wandered.
But still, now and forever, we drift together.
Death of the Earth
Charcoal days
resonate with waves,
ending the Earth's life,
a tired, battered planet,
tortured by humanity
in spite of every warning,
vilified and lost,
exit of sorrow.
I can fly
And with these words I can fly…
…soaring over peppermint skies,
skirting on an odyssey of clouds
and drifting towards our brilliant sun…
…and with these words I can fly…
…a mesh of emotions heightened,
dancing with my heart on a string
and swirling this infinite love…
…and with these words I can fly…
allowing creativity to fill a blank page
and gives a voice to my ghost…
…and with these words I can fly…
…I graze and prosper thanks to you,
I open my eyes to look at you,
I have two ears to listen to you,
I turn my head to pay attention to you,
I feel just to hold you,
and with these words I can fly
and never let you go.
The beauty of a woman surrounds us all,
breaks all rules, shatters all limits,
influential and desirable;
the erotic woman.
That transforming tilt of the head,
the change from innocence to naughty,
brings a devine confident strut;
a motion of silk.
Her willing way screams a sexual whisper,
followed by a bite of addictive lips,
no matter what awaits hidden below;
all curves will shine.
And deep within, her power radiates,
just a womans sheer presence commands,
sends a mans heart a flutter and free;
a little joy and love.
Yet from that tormented smile,
her seeking eyes deserve every respect,
equal to that of her powerful touch;
at once soft and deadly.
So yes, the beauty of a woman surrounds us all,
from her soul to her toes,
unique and wonderful;
the erotic woman.
