Oh Valentine

Oh Valentine

I would
let you know
that you are
so fine...

If you had
let me know
you would
be mine..

To pet
the great pink
silver back
Devine...

And taste
your best
delicious
liquor sublime.

Kisses
and hugs
of fire
entwine...

Now I
just expire
unrequited
and supine.

Missing you
in my heart
and arms...
your Clementine.

2-14-09

" Sunday--zed "

The Holy day, to most.
Another week begins.
Nothing to look forward to.

Just work, home & TV.
The rut is draining.
How can I mix it up?

Shall I paint a masterpiece?
Shall I send sexy e-mails?
Shall I photograph a bug?

NO! Something different
and dramatic is needed.
Something for the memoirs.

A mountainside picnic.
Cool breezes & writing,
with a fellow poet!

Gazing down at the city
fragrances of pine & smoke
filling our lungs & heads.

We "2" poets hearing earth
whispering sweet nothings.
We eagerly respond.

In vibrant literary song
words pour forth on pages.
We linger, daylight is gone.

Descending reverently,
weak from being ridden
by our frantic muses.

Our spirits fatigued from creativity.
Spent, yet fulfilled all at once.
Shakespear's quill in the dust.

Ahhhhh!.. Was it good for you?

*v* J`e (2-5-09)

I am Woman (2-1-09)

This day I go forth
thanks to a friend,
Big John!

Fear hath kept
my soul caged
in lonely silence.

Now I am free. (?)

My wings are still wet,
for I have just left
the security of my cocoon.

Wrapped in the swaddling
of a new born spirit
I venture out on the NET.

Here I go.. Out on the tightrope!

Trepidations and yet
eager to see the world,
I take baby steps.

No comforting arm
to grasp when I am fearful
Just my own equilibrium.

Don’t look down..fool !

I inch my own way
across the crevasse
of self exposure.

My gut is filled
with magenta butterflies
in a bile green soup.

What keeps my rope taut?

If I fall will my
scream be heard
or just ignored?