My Poetry

Lovers as Warriors

You must not think I am unromantic
because I refuse to spend my day
writing sad songs about heart break
and flooding rains of tears.

You must not think I am unromantic
because I do not see the reason why
I should throw myself at the feet
as if upon an altar of worship
before another who I know will never
love me back, and that I neglect to
sigh in compassionate understanding
...

You/Me/We

We
have both been broken
broken minds
broken souls
cracked veneer.

You
help hold me together
a quiet assurance
your hands massage my heart
into life again,
how I fantasize about your hands.

Hands
that could hold me forever,
with a touch heal wounds unseen
sew my very soul
so it does not escape.

I
know the pain you suffer ...

Duality

She
supple; soft
nurturing; enchanting; defying
temptress; lunar; solar
unyielding; searching; appealing
solid; noble
He

I wanted to to write a poem about the Medussa myth which looked at things from her side of the story. The concept was to flash back and forth between Medussa as the woman and Medussa was the monster. I wam not entirely sure if I am happy with how it came out, but I wanted to try something different.

In Medusa's Eyes

Once a girl, blooming
in her innocent youth, the stars appeared to dance behind her eyes and her smile shined with the light of the moon, radiating ...

Written for friend of mind forever seeking the goddess within him.

To Be A Woman

Touch of black lace
against white thighs
as stockings ride hide,

it only feels right

Wrapped in velvet
against my skin,
gowns made to cleave
and reveal, offering
promises of the sensual
peeling.

it only feels right

Silken gloves which
encase up to the elbow
...