PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I feel a burst of exuberance flash into my meticulous

mind

putting me off even my food in search of what I have yet

to find

in my most desperate of dreams

there waits a creative, consummate lover of means

he knows just what to do and how to quiet the army

of inner screams

some of the deepest feelings flow beneath the

shallowest of streams

his hand so like a mallet touches so gently

my battered soul

his eyes some would call violent reflections of death

but to me they represent love the color of burning coal

picture pleasure and regret running parallel to each

other in some form of Olympic relay race

putting my heart strings partially out of place

big is the poet who can step passed her fear

and foolish pride

to play happy party girl for an hour or more

to cover up the pain that was previously applied

you know, contrary to the general public's popular

belief

time may very well heal all wounds but in its loath

some arms you often find no real immediate relief

I think I shall always remain in life and love with you

but I must ask if our positions were reversed

tell me just what you would do

make love to me like mad as I have endeavored and

done or give me rejection's size ten boot

or maybe even walk away with my wrung out little heart

if you must but let the points of fault and blame

die mythical yet moot............

( written July 11, 1992 pm)