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.*