Her eyelids
Gently open
Her dark eyes
Focus
On me
Taken aback
In a split second
I know
She can handle
The full me
I gaze back
Not looking away
Taking in
The deep reservoir
Represented
As I see my
Reflection
In her
We connect
On a level
A dangerous
Exhilarating level
Wanting to know
This creature
To explore
And frolic
Childlike
As we laugh
Tickle
And play
Rick Ellsmore
1.21.19
White candle Sitting next To the fire Wick alit Slowly running Pushing tenderly Over the rim Pouring down Onto the Stained wood table Building a Luxurious reservoir Lava running wild Out of the mountain top Pushing onward Slowly oozing Towards the sea Blindly consuming Everything in the path Unaware and focusing On the present movement…
A Sunflower she is Blown in the wind Born into unforgiving soil Forced to grow With little water Surviving on The extremes Overexposure to The sun and moon Underexposed of their light Somehow, she grew Strengthening with each breath Moving forward While protecting A fragile heart Kindness being her Guiding light The North Star Within…
Stunned To silence Stunning my emotions A deer Captured by The Light Stealing my breathe Silently moving my essence The tiniest of fibers Bubbling one a time All going silent Only to explode In my aroused mind She is Caught in a moment The eye of the artist Capturing her essence The sheer beauty Of…
Bacon is the way and the truth. Burt saw this quote on the large magnet sitting upon the 7-Eleven counter. Now Burt wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he knew something was missing. He cocked his large head to the right and dipped into his thinking brain to ponder exactly what that was….
Andrew groggily rolled out of bed and went right for the New York Times on his front porch. He knew the daily delivery was a frivolous expense, but one it seemed impossible to live without. The whoosh of the cool morning spontaneously overcame his senses as the wooden front door was popped open. As he…
Faithfully A song built Into my core Buried deep within My psyche 1983 This song Hit Smacking the mainstream Hard and with substance I was Ricky Back then Journey was Well, they were A massive part Of my music Upbringing My older sister Loved them They were played On all the Radio stations The only…
