The moonlight is topaz
A light that is insatiable
The fruitage an acidulous gold
Full to the brim
A quencher
Droplets alive
Of perfumed fruit
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A Girl – Heather Mirassou
Her lips like ruby pearl
as soft as a silk sheet.
Her mouth like blush candy
as sweet as a cherry treat.
Her breasts like buttermilk
as delicious as whipped cream.
Her hair a lucent gold
like heaven’s falling leaves.
Her heart like a mirror to
her soul as to the sea.
I Am Wakeful – Heather Mirassou
In the wee hours
I am wakeful
When clouds are nesting
And the wind is thrusting
Carnival wildflowers glow
Twinkling in painted fields
A moon overflowed
And the rain begins to rouse
I rise in a dream
Where my spirits soar
I faintly kiss the stream
In A Dream – Heather Mirassou
In a dream I felt the cool white
His sweet madness
Among anchor water lilies
The willows were trembling
A nest of twilight kisses
Where the stars are shivering
Scented sweet and wild
From violet forests
Our arms intertwine
With beads of love
Grandfather – Heather Mirassou
His brows like bended bows with curly-q’s
His mustache like motorcycle handlebars
His eyes like green gin olives
His hair grey and wavy like ocean whitecaps
His hands immaculate and powerful like a surgeon’s fingers
His figure debonair and statuesque like Fred Astaire
His smile cautious but genuine like Buddha
His memory a journey like the wine that ran in his blood
Dedicated to my grandfather, Ed Mirassou
Kid’s Play – Heather Mirassou
“King of the Hill” you begin to play
You bump, bump, bump and sway
You see a perfect high landing spot
On an upside-down horse trough
You hop, jump and fly slowly through mid-air
Your small hooves landing easily on two pairs
You strut your stuff on the cold steel effortlessly
Showing your body strength and dancing dexterity
As you put on your crown and look up at the sky
You friends bow down from side-to-side
You are “king of the hill” showing off your expert dance
She winks at you way up top and begins her sexy prance
She pretends to hide but curiously you see her peek
You join her in a private game of hide-and-seek
She quickly finds you hiding in the prickly hay
You blush and nuzzle her chestnut face
Her body slender and strong topped with white angora fur
You rub her lovingly as she lets out a soft lulling magic purr
She continues to flirt winking her eyes with her head hung low
You excitedly whisper sweet-nothings she agrees you may be her beau
You rub your tickling head against her horns beaming with pride
You motion to her, let’s go play all seriousness aside
You join the other kids who are tryin to reach the sky
Together you dance and sway, jump, hop and fly
Take Me Home – Heather Mirassou
Take me home mama
To a place I once belonged
Hold my hand steady
And sing to me a song
My face filled with tears
All my family is gone
Take me home mama
To a place I once belonged
Under the grapevine canopy
You taught me to be strong
The hundred year-old oak tree
Dances until dawn
Take me home mama
To a place I once belonged
If I Were There – Heather Mirassou
Peaches and pears your delight
Divine roses a gift from your wife
Your favorite soups and stews
Lamb and veal cooked to and fro
In silence in your hammock
Hoping the sun melts the cancer away
If I were there
I would rub your brow and wet your lips
If I were there
I’d warm your sheets and fluff your pillows
If I were there
I would bring you home under the old oak tree
If I were there
I would fill your house with sunflowers
If I were there
I would sing sweet poetry melody
If I were there
I would lay next to you and comfort you
If I were there
I would read you prayers
If I were there
I would have said goodbye
My knight and shining armor
Dedicated to my father; Jim Mirassou
Who Am I? – Heather Mirassou
It’s been quite
Some time
Since someone
Noticed
Do see me?
I am Here
My beautiful
Warm
Genuine smile
Smiling at
The world
Beside me
Don’t you
See my
Chiseled calves
And voluptuous
Thighs
A mile high
I may be over
Forty
But my Bosom
Swings
And Skips
To a
Funky beat
With a tip-toe
Skip, Hop & dance
That only I know
My eyes
Liquid blue
Eyes stare
At magic
In the
Air
My skin
Fair
Freckled
With
An Irish
Pigment
From my
Grandmother’s
Lair
My limbs
Covered from
Head to toe
With Wisps
Of Blonde hair
From my
Mother’s
Hair
Like my
And French
Forefather’s
My heart
Pumps
By Wine
My Blood
And
Endless
Passion for
Tradition
My fingertips
Reminiscent of
God’s great earth
The Goddess
Nature
Aglow
Laced with
Permanent
callused
From my
Writing pen
A kaleidoscope
Into my
Soul within
My voice
An accent
Slung with
Kindness
Compassion
And love
So if you
See me
Dancing
Down the
Street
On just
An ordinary
Day
Than
Stop to
Smell the
Roses
May the
Aroma
Sweet
And lulling
Pass your
Way
Making
Your day
Do a little
Hop, skip & jump
And feel
Freedom
In your
Steps
Make sure
To Smile
My way
Don’t forget
For I am
Here
Watching
Dancing
Waiting
For someone
To see me
Fear of Losing You – Heather Mirassou
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
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