Category Archives: Romance

BLOSSOM

BLOSSOMS IN HER HAIR

She wore a blossom in her hair,

A symbol of her love,

Telling me without words

That she was always there

And in the mood for love.

Each blossom represented

Her passion and to what degree,

From white to deep red,

Clues easy for me to see.

Just one quick glance

Gave me a chance,

To compose myself.

If loving her was a crime,

I always needed more time

To calm down and think of romance.

I’m sure others knew her intent.

When the blossom was crimson

And the air was full of love’s scent

We went out in the evenings,

Her complete flavor and taste,

Mine to enjoy fully without waste.

I’ll always remember how our love

Grew stronger each time we met,

Inspired by blossoms I could never forget,

Color coded for the rest of my life.

Color coded by my lover, my sweetheart, my wife.

June 17, 2017

 

 

 

 

 

THE DANCE OF LOVE

THE DANCE OF LOVE

 

Silky and smooth,

Her skin is carved from alabaster,

Very soft to the touch.

As they dance he is very much aware

Of her gown clinging to every inch.

The pressure of his hands guides her,

Taking her on a journey across the universe.

She responds to his touch,

Gliding and sailing over the marble floor,

Becoming more and more

A part of him.

Slight dips and spins become movements of love,

Her heated body melting into his.

She wears nothing between the outer fabric and her skin,

And he struggles to keep focused.

A few quick steps and he lifts her into the air,

Triumphantly, aware of eyes watching admiringly.

He lowers her, and she touches ground gracefully.

She whispers into his ear and they disappear into the night,

Dashing the hopes of those who were watching.

But at the same time encouraging them to dream,

To dream and love and create their own fantasy.

 

June 15, 2017

 

 

FRIEND

I said, “I want to be friends.”
“Don’t you think I’m attractive?” you asked.
“This has nothing to do with that,” I replied.
“Are you rejecting my love?” you asked sadly.
This conversation was already going badly.
We had met two weeks before and shared poetry,
Hers was light and fluffy, lifting the soul.
Mine was darker with shades of gray, all details told.
I expected her opinion, constructive criticism at it’s best,
but I froze when she answered,
“When I read yours, I lost respect for you,” she said matter-of-fact.
“Shades of gray has no place in poetry or prose.
Your poems are disgusting when you have scenes like those.”

“Yours were still beautiful,” yet between the words I said
were my feelings trampled and left for dead.
if she had offered hope for better days
I would be more careful and change my ways.
but I felt condemned and hurt, no turning back.
I thought we were friends. This was a personal attack.
Friends forever, I would still try to do this.
but my heart shrank back when she asked for a kiss.
“I want to be friends only, I’m not ready to dance.
I like you as a friend but I can wait for romance.”
She made excuses to her friends how I was wrong for her,
though for different reasons I said I concur.
I write some things well, while other things flop.
but I write for myself, and I don’t want to stop.”

May 31, 2017

BUFF

Think your edges should be worn down?
Buff them until smooth all around,
I’ll help.
You let me shine in the darkness,
buffing me with tenderness. Then you asked,
“Want to go swimming in the buff?”
Hold me back,
I’ll go.
You shared the sea of love,
And waves of passion crashed over us.
I want us to be the same.
What color shall we paint our skin?
Paint me now with yellow and beige
I’m ready.
We have the same outer skin and
Our hearts pump hot blood within.
I’m a real buff regarding cars,
Shall I take you for a spin?
My engine is racing.
When we return we will go to the gym,
Toning and tightening our abs and thighs,
Want to exercise?

May 30, 2017

PURSUE

Sometimes late at night while I’m pursuing a thought
about a story that I’ve kept corralled,
I think about you and all the love you brought.
I can think of nothing else when you’re on my mind,
So my story stays inside a fence,
and my erotic thoughts of you become something I find
beautiful, sensual, and wild.
I pursue you relentlessly throughout the night
but only within my dreams,
because you are elusive, slipping just out of sight
to a place where we are alone and eager to pursue
all the things we want to do.
Tomorrow, I’ll return to my story with new intent,
write another chapter embellished with our dreams.
All my stories begin and end with you.
My reality and my fantasy become a blend
and when I capture you I always win.
Let’s continue the chase
because I want to take you with wild abandon,
loving you totally.
Tomorrow, you can pursue me
but I won’t run.
May 15, 2017

SPIKED

I did not know what was in the drink
That influenced the party that night,
All I remember is the sudden change
In attitudes before the fight.
One bottle poured into the punch,
Turned the beverage from blue to green,
Without words but angry stares
Brought trouble like you’ve never seen.
Perhaps it was love that caused the fight,
I believe that to be true,
It definitely took place at first sight,
I was surprised it happened to you.
One fist swung was all it took
Before the house came tumbling down,
Broken bottles and chairs lined the room
But you smiled as you lay on the ground.
The commander’s daughter kissed you
Before she left that night,
And the next day you were released,
Happy with love at first sight.
One bottle added to the punch,
Just a little to spike the drink,
But why are you with my girl,
And I’m still locked in the clink?

April 24, 2017

FRY

FRY

Early in the morning before all the stores were open, two men arrived in a nondescript gray sedan. They had looked the small town over, debated on several escape routes, and finally decided they would leave on the same street they came in. It could have been any other street but their choice was probably the best because the other streets were not as clean.
“Odd way of thinking about a getaway street but there had to be some criteria for picking an escape route.” I remember telling the sheriff that after the ill-fated episode. We were just sitting on the porch, after the robbery, playing lawyer, trying to come up with reasonable explanations why someone would rob a café when there was a bank right next door. It still doesn’t make sense.
Anyway, these two men sauntered into the café, sniffed the air, and plunked down on a couple of swivel chairs. “It’s gonna be a hot one today,” the short man said. “I bet you could fry an egg on the sidewalk.”
One of the waitresses, Rebecca, was busy wrapping the silverware so she almost missed the expression on the stranger’s face when Ruth said, “Bobby, don’t bother using the skillets or frying pans today. This man says he wants his egg cooked on the sidewalk so it can get more flavor.”
“Now, honey, I didn’t say that. you’re stretching the truth and making me mad. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I just want an ordinary breakfast so we can be back on the road.”
“Where you all heading? You don’t want to be on the road after ten. And make sure you put on plenty of sunscreen. You’ll fry if you’re in the sun too long.”
The short man said, “We’ll take our chances. Now give us each a breakfast and be quick about it. We’ve got to be in El Paso before noon. And,” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small gun. “I want all of you to finance the adventure.” He looked around the room. “Put all your money in this bag. George will be coming around to collect.”
“As soon as I fry these hash browns and flip the eggs, I’ll be right with you,” Rebecca called out. “We’re short-handed right now. The other waitress went home sick and Floyd, the cook, is out getting supplies. I can’t tell you when the cash drawer will open. It’s on a timer. The cash was counted this morning and delivered to the bank. You might as well put your gun away and have a cup of coffee. You’ll feel much better if you get your blood circulating. Last week, Bill was feeling poorly and got real cranky. He didn’t settle down until he had coffee and some apple crisp. Did I tell you Sally Mae is the best pie maker in Succotash County? She fries the apples before mixing them with the other ingredients. She will probably win the blue ribbon this year too.”
“Lady, I have no interest in Sally Mae’s pies. I thought her apple crisp was tasteless, like it was fried on the street. Please don’t make me hurt you. If we get caught this would be my third strike. The judge said if we got in trouble again we would fry on the rack.”
“George, will you check our escape and make sure nobody’s in our path?”
George did not return as expected. Shorty, the short man, found George and two other gang members working the grill, selling hot dogs and hamburgers. It was the first time the Succotash County Wildcats made enough cash to purchase matching uniforms .
It was the start of a new era. The Wildcats reigned as champions for several years. The Bad News Wildcats did quite well until that notorious girls’ team beat them in the championship. That humiliating experience was fried into their memory but never mentioned again.