Of Him II

Forgive me,
For I can't.
I fell in love
With your fair form.
I have not felt such ecstasy
I melt inside your arms,
Your touch; is heavenly to me
Your breath; of Zeus.
The never-ending ocean in your eyes
Has left me feeling weak.
Your warm embraces drive me wild,
I never felt so overpowered.
Your hands are different galaxies to me
I've never held such beauty.
My fingers overjoyed with life
When they just touched your skin
Your eyebrows, perfect as they are
I wouldn't dare to touch.
And every particle of you
Tingles my senses,
There are so many I can name,
Yet words, won't do them justice.


*2003-2005*

You fancy me a lover

I find it hard to write to you,
of you, about you ever.
There's not a lack of thoughts,
but more, a swelling of them.

Forgive me, for I'm blunt.
And poetry, is but a hobby.
I crave your sweet drawn words,
and quite glances in the lobby.

For your exploring hands
have nearly just begun,
yet every touch is conscious,
played off as simple fun.

And you were right to say;
You fancy me a lover.
For that is what I am.
The craving's hard to cover.

I'd like to say it's easy
looking in your eyes,
But truly you must know,
that lust lies down inside.

It can not be, I know it.
But I do like you near
caressing, with a gentle touch,
my lonely rounded knee.

Separate bedrooms, a not so novel idea?

So having become a full time mom and fully dedicating myself to breastfeeding 100% I found that having my baby near me makes it a whole lot easier to get some sleep during the night, as oppose to getting up, walking to the crib picking him up, feeding etc..all through the night. Now this arrangement worked just swell until our son started to wiggle about and pushed my husband slowly but surely out of the bedroom. What a "horror" you  must think to yourself, right? Wrong. A few months in, we began to see the beauty of having some occasional space between us. I now realize why back in the day...way back it was the norm to have two master suites one for the lady of the house and one for the man of the house. Although our decision stemmed from a necessity for much desired rest for all of us, I can see us creating a second bedroom in the future just for the heck of it. Now don't get me wrong having separate bedrooms does not necessarily mean always sleeping apart, however it does make sleeping together a whole lot more special...just like you felt when you first met and the sparks were flying and you never wanted to leave this persons side since it must have physically hurt you to do so.
Well perhaps I over exaggerate, but think of Romeo and Juliet that must have rejoiced to heaven in those few moments that they had together. How utterly romantic new love is. Well if Romeo and Juliet were married like the rest of us and shared a bedroom each and every night...what a bore would have become of them in 5 or 10 years time. There would be absolutely no mystery left but simply the mundane existence day in and day out. That is the "tragedy" of many marriages now a days that can't seem to get a grasp on things or to be more frank can't let go of the grasp on each other.
Plus having the two different rooms gives all the more choice of where you would like to spend the night or if you simply want to pop in for a surprise visit, or for some even setting a date and time can be a form of foreplay. As we all know it is all in the anticipation that much of the fun lies. That and having some time to miss your partner makes all those little touches that used to drive you wild...really drive you wild.

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"If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life."

This quote is by Oscar Wilde. I cracked up after reading this and thought I'd share it.
Hope it made you smile. Oscar Wilde always cracked me up. His play "The Importance of Being Earnest" is one of my all time favorites. I am now in the middle of reading his "Lady Windermere's Fan" play and I am all smiles :)
You can read his works over and over and it doesn't get old...fascinating!
Or in his own words:
"If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all."
Oscar Wilde

New kind of Love

To think that cell by cell
and part by part
From tiny codes of DNA
My body made you living!

It's hard to fathom and believe
at times that I am; mother.
And know the tiny being is, my own.
Made of This flesh and bone.

The seed, once planted now takes root.
A whole new kind of love is now afoot.

Leaves of Autumn

You left me hanging in the wind
Like withered leaves of Autumn.
Unsure of certain death,
or to hold on to life.
At times your branches
shook, too rough
and holding on was tough.
At times, your branches reached
"Hold On!" they me beseeched.
And in the end the leaves; dismayed
confused, refused...forgotten.
Dropped slowly to their tomb,
The icy earth, of Winter.

Of Him

How could it be,
I melt each time I see him.
How could it be,
I swoon seeing his eyes.
How could it be,
I tremble when I hear his step.
How could it be,
His voice is just so sweet.

He looks the man,
but in his eyes the boy,
He speaks the part
but hides the better one.
He acts mundane,
Yet in his step is edge.

He rules with joy
The hidden world of feelings,
He smiles, for he knows,
Why I took all these steps.
He's quite and reserved
Which leaves me quite unnerved.


*this is from my collection between 2003-2005.*

Still Reminiscing...

 


This was at the South Street Sea Port oh I dear say around year 2000. The Towers were still standing as I got some very good pictures of them that day. I'll get around to posting them too sometime soon as this was before everyone and everything on this planet went digital so I have to break out the ole scanner, hehe.
I remember fondly the days I spent in the darkroom washing away in a number of chemical baths the very images you see here. The process of developing your own film in itself was very therapeutic as are many mediums of art.  

Reminiscence of E.C.

How impressionable a young mind is! I knew you only then, those few impressionable years. Yet, I do still recall the gloves that were your gift. I never in my life have recalled another gift so often into memory. It is as though those words you told me were engraved upon my heart and memory. I do remember them, and carry them with me, always. It's strange how certain memories live on. And even though those gloves are now long ripped ago, I still, look upon my new bought gloves and think of you with fondness. I miss you terribly at times. I miss your presence in my life. I miss your voice...so wise and yet so flamboyant. You are a person in my heart I can't describe the term for it. You are not lover in it, you're not the father, I'd call you friend but I do confess you are not simply friend. I look to you for something that I do dearly miss...but what it is, I can not clearly formulate.

Golden sunlight

I miss the golden sunlight
The smell of fresh dewed grass
Birds singing in the morning
And cricket sounds at night

The sound of trains and buses
Sedated faces, left and right
Mundane rush hour traffic
This, I can live without

To see the vast green pastures
And smell the Autumn rain
To live like God intended,
Is something, I won't do without.

Trust Lost

What do I know of Love?
What do I know of Hearts?
I Reckon I don't know that much
For I did think I was in Love


And is there such; commitment?
One with the other, until the end of time.
Can truly such exist,
Can I love thee forever?
It seems our love 's a sham
Where did the lie begin?
Where can it end, if ever?
How can it work for you and me
If We can't trust each other?
Our goals seem to be separate
Our reason drifting senselessly apart.
Perhaps this never was to be,
And we are fools at trying.

I can forgive you as a friend
but as your wife I can not do it.
I can not think of kissing you
Of hugging, touching, sleeping with you.
I may have sympathy and love,
Yet it is not the lovers love.
I have no urge to run into yours arms
I have no urge to kiss and hug you.
I feel my heart has closed its doors,
for fear of more offenses.



* I wrote this back in 2005 during my first marriage that lasted from the time I was 19 to 21 years of age.