Your voice
A golden spoon
Laden with honey
Dripping languidly
Your tone
A wounded sparrow
Searching for safety
In a bed of soft feathers
Your words
Paint vivid images
With indelible ink
With shades of blue
Your feelings
Naked, pure and free
Pull heart-strings
Effortlessly
FEAR OF LOSING YOU
No longer affectionate, attentive, thoughtful eyes;
instead, an expressionless, invisible, blank stare.
No longer strolling hand-in-hand, carelessly;
instead, walking moonbeams apart, drifting like clouds.
No longer drowning in passionate, lingering kisses;
instead, an obligatory, awkward, fleeting peck.
No longer two hearts bow-tied with strings;
instead, reclusive, lonely hearts, in a noose.
No longer dreaming of a lifetime together;
instead, an uncertain, somber, painful future.
No longer a confident, loving wife;
instead, a heartsick, lonely, aging woman,
Desperately afraid of losing you.
Heather Mirassou
Nearly naked except
Expertly stroking his lover
Fingers caress a slender body
Methodically engulfing aroma
The sweet smell of sex
Waves of rapture quiver
Eyelashes and eyeballs flutter
Sinking into oblivion
Head bobbing like a pendulum
Savoring his lust
Inhaling smoke languidly
Sucking every toxin
Heather Mirassou
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I am drawn to you like
The stars to the midnight skies
The Earth to the burning sun
Water to thirsting flowers
I am comfortable with you like
An old pair of boots
A faded pair of jeans
My favorite sweater and scarf
I am at peace with you like
Sitting in a boat in the middle of a lake
Taking a walk in silence in the country
Listening to rain drops fall in the dark of night
I am alive with you like
The laughter that is uncontrollable
The heart that goes thump, thump, thump
Running through wildflowers in the wilderness
Every ounce of my being
Mind, body and soul are riveted by you
I am alive with you, free with you, comfortable with you
I love you
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