People ask how I met my wife. I’m not going to tell you how we met. That story has prerequisites such as it has to be told in person and with both my wife and I there to tell each side of the story. What I am going to tell you is the story of a Christmas only a few years ago:
There is a fairy print done by Amy Brown called “Always.” My wife loves fairies. She collects them. Well, about 3 or 4 Christmases ago, I decided I had to find something special for her. I’m not the kind of husband who hands my wife jewelry every year just to appease her. Each gift has to Continue reading “Always.”
On the white sheets lie shades of peach and crimson.
Her brown eyes see tears rolling through the room.
A framed portrait presents a denied future.
Aching, the pale lids close and absorb peace.
The progeny, cheeks wet, quit to another room.
One remains, trembling and daring to defy,
Fingernails dig into the flesh of numb hands.
His mind’s voice screams to the heavens: Continue reading “Cocoon of an Angel”
The strength of the red, the caring of the blue.
Are they the sole? No, there’s also the white
of the clouds and of the pure eagle’s flight.
But white is a rainbow of dew (or due?) Continue reading “White is Not the Cow”
I crave your eyes.
I crave their deep souls.
I crave your lips.
I crave the honeysuckle kisses.
I crave your life.
I crave its ruby existence.
I crave your mind.
I crave our silly conversations.
I crave your Continue reading “Craving”
Fingers, trembling, touched the glass,
My heart was racing, my eyes were searching,
Searching for that little one.
Breath fogged over the barrier,
My mind was remembering, hours before,
Before the clock turned 7:01.
Tears Continue reading “The Birth of an Anticipation”
Her fingertips caress the end of the stem.
Petals echo their scent with every breath.
She walks at a slow pace, staring at the windows.
Her reflection smiles beside the open bloom.
Clouds surround her feet as she thinks of the days,
When the world is better because he’s near.
Each glance at another shows only his face.
Only his smile. Only Continue reading “The Prick”