She bared to him her coveted soul.
Prepared to be shunned, instead she is accepted unconditionally.
Her scars deep, he leads her to the light.
A new journey begins.
He incites her passion, through his wisdom and poetry.
He helps her see beauty again.
She must live again.
Young bliss
a fragrant kiss.
Lips slumber
eyes agaze.
Arms aflame
damp passion.
Enmeshed in desire
bloomed within.
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
Heather Mirassou's Poetry Soul Closet 