TO MY LITTLE ONE

Tomorrow feels dreadful
Now is hopeless
Dreaming feels like a joke
Expectations zaps like a smoke
Counting the stars in a roll
We wish light still for a goal


Dear little one
Today was meant to hurt
Your story had a pain
The tarry came from work
The labour a place of numb
The night should make a light

Dear little one
The numbers don't count for you
The script don't sing your tune
The book makes you the unknown
the pen is inked in this author
His journey he plots for crest

Dear little one
Predecessors didn't walk your lane
The forebears never bore your thorn
The many heroes that came through, 
took a turn fit for their destiny
So your voyage you captain and berth

 Dear little one

If I'm the light you were imaging
If I'm the icon you've mirrored
I want to tell my fails and my falls
That you may stumble but with courage rise
So your shame can turn to gain
And sorrows streams of love be.

Dear little one
Your journey, your victory be

SLOW DANCE

I've come to love this slow dance
 that waltz through my waist,
 down the pit between my thighs
 this sensual rhythm that snakes through the pit of my tummy
 the hollow in my navel
 gliding like a drunk on my ribs


 Oh goodness, I've come to yearn for this slow tune
 this tune that taps like rumba
 thumping the pulse of my heart
 begging each beat to beg harder harder
 stronger stronger
 this stroke that drives into my senses the taste of you
 the soul of your feelings
 the depth of your passion

 I've come to want this samba
 this gong sound that pounds my being
As your tongue glides through my lips playing rumba and salsa 
With the heaving of my boobs moaning a soft metallic Hallelujah
As your leg tango with mine

Oh how i love this slow dance

Choreographed just for us
This gentle worship of heart and soul
Sweet cooing and soulful lovemaking
Oh I've come to love this lazy love

HAPPY

Happy- the light he brings when he comes at night, the smile i feel deep when he hugs me tight, the cheers i get more when i win, the boost he gives  even when i fear.

Today- the wake that ends the easy life, the dawn that made the young an adult's worth, the truth that changed the smiles in constant pain, the walk that opened the lonely dusk, begin  the many first of endless whys.

Question- of past we wished had never been, of cause we hope a woke can tell, a light we try to dark on still, of secrets that hold the end of peace. Holding the thread of one last ray, to heal and beg the heart to mend, from hurt answers had dug even wide.

Faces-lost in times touch and endless flight, masked in pity, yet spur spite. for juggled memory for friend or foe, blurred in acts and unsaid beats, he took a double of all he gave, both in terror and comfort gift.

Chaos- finding calm in the rumble, screaming peace to the wreak of the past, making now the bacon of past flash, accepting what was, knowing in it what will has shaped, grateful for past, yet weary of future.


Beauty- of words and touch burning feelings, hearts that sparkle, illuminating our soul. a moment loved, a memory made, good or bad, a tale once sweet.