wandering

Night-1

on nights, just like tonight
i can almost feel the prairie
winds caress my cheek
and the vast expanse of heaven
looking down upon me
glittering with secrets and stories
i can catch the faintest sound
of faraway tree toads singing
their nightly lullaby
it’s time to sleep
it’s time to dream
it’s time to reach out
and touch your face
as it hovers just outside
my drowsing vision

ceg 4.13.2020

A Little Frank by the Firelight

he wooed me with Frank
dancing barefoot
breast to chest
my cheek warm against his shoulder
his fingers trace shivers up
and down my spine
moving me slowly about the room
the firelight dances with us
casting enchantment and desire
around the room like a
diamond in the sun
his breath hot in my ear
whispering not sweet nothings
but passionate promises

ceg 4.7.2020

frank

Skin Deep

From adventofreason’s Xanga Archives . . .

The Kiss (detail)  Gustav Klimt~The Kiss

he never could discern just what the flower
was that curved delicately down her hip bone
to her upper thigh and then disappeared
somewhere behind her knee, trailing
tendrils of green and lavender
she had told him once-was it lilac?
or something else-wisteria?
she had not been a delicate girl
her hair a ruddy red and a spray
of freckles across her body
her jaw was a bit too square and her
eyes tried to be green, but were
grey and smoky
her arms told of her strength and
she could drink most men under
the table, telling dirty jokes to make
a sailor blush
but that traveling flower down her
leg, from hip to knee always made
him see her as something ethereal
and dainty; how he loved to kiss that
purple ink, leaving a trail of moisture
on her pale skin
he would lie awake at night
alone in his narrow bed and wish that
he had learned to love more than
just that tattoo

ceg 11.2.11

The Life she Led

From adventofreason’s Xanga Archives . . .

lifesheled

she probably had a boy who loved her, once upon a time
they may have held hands on the walk to school
or kissed under the fiery light of sunsets
i imagine that her lips were waiting many years to be kissed
the way they were meant to be kissed
and that her body ached to be held and loved by that boy
she was ordinary in the most extraordinary way
and would often be found writing fragments of verses
in book margins or envelopes even once on a sugar packet
she dreamed about songs and how words could be
woven into the strands of her hair, secrets for only his eyes
and she learned to wait and to be patient, drenching herself
in prayers and hopes and see the world with the sweetness
of lavender sachets hidden away in the deepest part of her heart

ceg 11.12.11

When the Sun Rises

From adventofreason’s Xanga Archives . . .

whenthesunrises

 

when you close your eyes
that is where you will find me
before dreams take you
you escape earth’s bonds
floating in and out of sleep
until you claim me
your nocturnal bride
bedecked in silvery stars
gliding on moonbeams
holding your heart dear
eyes filled with gentle longing
your name on my lips
no distance nor time
or the shackles of this earth
dare keep us apart
when the sun rises
we are drawn again earthward
spirits still entwined
ceg 7/21/11