Perfect Fit

my small hands yearn for yours to grasp them squeeze them protect them when i look down and up again your eyes meet mine you smile ear to ear eyes twinkling soul shining take them to your lips my heart's an olympian doing triple somersaults and we walk on

Crumbling

Stealing glances at the clock I waited impatiently Typed impersonally Made to do lists mentally Then the telltale hour hit and breathing came unsteadily Tentative fingers dialed The unknown beckoned and beguiled Ringing and ringing and ringing My sinking heart awaited trial Until a voice on the other end Quietly confirmed a fear most vile Sending me falling onto my knees and wondering if life would ever again be worthwhile

Battleground

Each morning when the alarm clock rings, she whispers a prayer and hopes He brings...an end to the war she’s waging. Every single day. The enemy may surprise you; Evil works hard to find a way. To crush a positive spirit, dim the light inside. Cruel words, deceit and mockery are now weapons to strip her pride. Belittled, manipulated, attacked...such ruthless spite could knock anyone off their path. But though her soul is deeply bruised, the strength within her can’t be diffused. With a graceful heart and spark so bright, integrity is her shield to win this fight.

Disenchanted

It was impossible not to let my guard down when such earnest words escaped your lips. Caressing the edges of my face, lifting the hair from my neck, they made their way in through my receptive ears. Tentative, but twinkling with hopefulness. They began to chisel at the stone wall around my skeptical heart. But just as I started to believe them, their value began to change. Hopefulness turned to disrespect and hid behind a mask of silence. The common bond we quickly formed was cast away like pirates. Any honesty in those words will always remain a question. The wall around my heart is secure again; and only a man as good as his word can break it.

The Real Thing

I slam the car door, glance up, and see her, Standing in the middle of the sidewalk. Mickey Mouse waves at me from her yellow t-shirt, ripped jean shorts barely cover her ass. Closer to God in those heels, but just pushing five feet. She’s got one hand on her hip, a baby on the other. I pause, my heart full of admiration. A cigarette hangs from her brightly painted mouth. She takes a calculated drag and exhales slowly. The sun beats down on us. Scorching. It’s driving the men mad. Her copper and gold curls catch the light and for a moment she looks at me. One brown eye, one blue. I nod in greeting. Her head turns back and her lips form a familiar, unimpressed sneer. She clenches her jaw and I grin, knowing what comes next. "Yo tengo mi nena, tener respecto."

The Devil's Playground

the innocence
of youthful slumber
interrupted
by a piercing scream
momentary confusion
if only it was a dream
two naked bodies
a face normally so sweet
now twisted up in anguish
shoulders slumping in defeat
a monster in the corner
violence in his eyes
whiskey soured on the breath
tongue permeating lies
an outstretched hand
a heavy heart
pulled the hunted from the scene
and wouldn't fall apart
a watchful eye that never dozed
years have passed and she still knows
if you wait until the savage sleeps
the battle is half over
one day there may be peace.

The Ghost

Lights flicker
Shadows dance
Water nearly scalding
Body in a trance
Head down
Eyes closed
A tattooed arm reaches for the sponge
Shows me what he knows
Hands
grip
porcelain
The mirror fogs
Sensory overload
A near ecstatic shock
Gasping a breath
Looking around
Flame went out
Silence is abound