Listen

 
I disappear into the woods
Into Solitude
Into Silence
 
I need to
Soothe my Battered and Bruised heart
 
I step Warily
Gingerly
Long pauses
 
I listen
 
The Crackle of dry pine needles
The Clunk of a rock
The Crunch of a pinecone
 
I hesitate, listen harder
The wind tickles the aspens
Creating a smattering of applause
 
The wind dies
And then I hear it
The Tears pouring from my Heart.
 

“All the Devils are Here”

So often I find quotes in Louise Penny’s novels that perfectly fit a moment in my life.

“What are you going to focus on? What’s unfair or all the wonderful things that happen? Both are true, both are real. Both need to be accepted. But which carries more weight with you? The terrible or the wonderful? The goodness or the cruelty? Your life will be decided by that choice.”

Your Mistake

No phones, No clocks
Just you, me, a bed
Soon, no clothes
 
I unbutton your shirt,
Run my fingernails lightly
Across your chest
 
A trail of tiny kisses
From nipple to nipple
A flick of the tongue 
 
You thrust your hands 
Into my hair
A small groan escapes
 
I feel you stiffen against my leg
As liquid heat floods
My center
 
I moan and reach greedily
For your mouth with mine
 
All imagination of course
You flirt, you tease
But don’t touch
 
I rollercoaster between 
hope
frustration
need
want
resignation
despair
 
And then I give up
Walk away
Relieved the torment is over
 
Yet cry myself to sleep