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.
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.”
“Not as hot in Tucson today. High of 95°”
Is this the weather channel’s idea of a joke?
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