~*~ Random Kisses ~*~

Alone in the spotlight
Music from his soul
Notes floating through air
Like Random Kisses.

Feelings soar through space
Shimmering notes float down
Like Random kisses
Touching hearts and lips.

When the final
Throbbing beat
Slips away
Stillness fills the night once more.

Eyes shining with hope
Hopeful hearts reach out
Dreaming of sharing
Random Kisses.

Searching for more
Hoping the music in his heart
Makes a song in hers
And then Random kisses
Will be random no more.

~~* The Fog *~~

I live in a fog between two worlds.
I struggle to feel the one
And leave the other behind.

One is soft pillows
And warm blankets,
The bliss of a dream.

A dream where anything is possible,
Where I can be anyone,
Do anything,
Go anywhere.

The other is filled with pain
That I can not control,
Responsibilities that bend me
Under the weight of their burden.

The comforting fog surrounds me.
Can I break free of it
To live in the light of reality,
Shoulder the burden,
And live in the now?

The dream dessert is so tempting
Sometimes I eat it first
But in the end the dinner, even if not as tasty,
Will be what fufills me.

In the fog,
In that place between the worlds,
I have learned that
I, yes, I, get to choose
Which way I go.

And there is a time and place
For each of them.
And really, truly
I am in charge in both.

I Can do it.
I Will do it.
~~*~~

~*~ The first kiss ~*~

Soft moist lips touch for the first time.
This feeding of their spirits
Seems to last forever.
Together they enter eternity.

The wonder of this magic moment
Fills them with amazement.

The warm gentle touch
As soft as a baby's blanket
Grows into a small spark
Of a fire that begins to burn.

Shivers of feelings
Race through bodies
That drink in the hot wine
Of desire.

Eyes open slowly
To stare into
The universe
Of another soul.

Wet throbbing lips
Smile
With the joy of
That first kiss.
~*~

~*~ I Ponder ~*~

I ponder many things
Like ...
Lust and Love and Like.

Is Lust just a way to know each other?
Is it then lost on the way to Love?
Does Lust and Love give way to
"I like you"?

Is Lust just the desire to own or possess?
Is that not an amazing delicious thing?
Is Lust Love at all?

My love tells me
That Like is better then Love.
I like Love.

Can Like really be better then Love?
He says,
"True love is the total acceptance of others as they are.
True Like is enjoying the other with all their faults and foibles."

So ... which is better ... true Love or true Like?

In my heart ... Like and Love and Lust
Merge into the joy he brings me.
The happy moments in the day that I spend with him,
For me ... Like and Love and Lust
Are ... all ... what I feel for him.

* Love is a Leash ¸.*´`'*:-.,_,.-:*

Love is a leash.
Sometimes it is as soft and beautiful
As an expensive silk ribbon.
Sometimes as hard and heavy
As a rusty iron chain.

Sometimes we wear it
With prideful joy
Like a leash of
Sparkling diamonds.

Sometimes we wear it
With shameful pain
Trying to hide it
From all eyes.

Love is a leash
That should be taken with
Trembling wonder
Chosen by our hearts

Because when we take it
We give control to another.
Best hope that
Our hearts choose wisely.

Love is a Leash ¸.*´`'*:-.,_,.-:*

~* Bubbles *~

Some nights, all curled up in my warm blankets,
Sensing the cold chill of the wind
Blowing outside my window,
I let thoughts float through my mind
Like that red and white plastic bobber
That bounced up and down
In the ripply waters of the lake
Outside my window when I was young.

The memories float like sparkling bubbles
On the currents of water.
Sometimes they crash against the rocks
On the shore of an angry ocean,
The stormy surf pounding them
Until they pop and float away.

Sometimes they drift peacefully,
Lightly floating,
On the slow gentle currents of a stream,
Bubbles of my life,
The memories kept for me in these beautiful bubbles.
I watch in awe as they float past my consciousness
Shimmering moments of my life.
~*~

~*~ Dark Beauty ~*~

She sits alone in her dark beauty waiting.

She weaves gossamer ribbons
In the shimmering blackness of the night.
The strands so thin and beautiful
Angels might cry seeing them.

Each strand spun with love
She labors into the night.
Tiny drops of dew
Fall from the forest above
Nestling in her ribbons.

Moonbeams shimmer in the air
And seeing the beauty of her work
Entangle with the dew
Becoming sparkling jewels
Nestled among the tiny ribbons.

She sits alone in her dark beauty waiting.

She pauses in her work.
Her gossamer ribbons
Filled with natures tiny jewels
Move in the soft breeze
And beckon ... enter.

She senses ... Him.
She Feels him drawing near.
Her eyes glow in the dark shadow of night.
Her arms reach out.

She can see him now.
All her senses are on him.
If only her beauty, the only gift she can give him
Will be enough.

He pauses in the nighttime shadows.
His eyes meet hers as she sits in regal splendor
In the very center of her gift for him.

He gazes in awe at her beauty,
The intricate beauty of her gifts for him,
All the joy and the wonder that could be his.

He steps forward.
Slowly he makes his way
Past the gossamer ribbons of hope and love/
He can not resist.

She smiles,
Arms extended in a lover's embrace
And once again
Her romantic trap is sprung.

The beautiful dark spider
Or
The beautiful woman?
You choose.
~*~