between black and white
somethings are only loved when gone
hidden treasures seen

all along the sea
rocks create lovely tidal pools
sandy toes explore

this moment alone
holds eternity lovely
stand in its presence.

it’s moving
all around
fluid
and flowing
brushing
against skin
luscious
waves
wrap themselves
round
floating
and weightless
the dance
continues
beating
heartbeats
as one.

Sweet Pagan by LaFleurgurrrl

turned
its back
against
what love
once created
without thorns
old gardening
gloves protect
those hands
that once
woven
scratched
my palm
swung beside us
Street Fair visits
helped into
the car for
long rides
over the Sonoran
playing with
the ring given
and how
it reflected
light and smiles
where it
ran through
long black hair
with tenderness
longing
has turned
its back
against
what love
once created.

the chill
subsides
opening skies
partly cloudy
glances
where
the bud
pops
delicate green
bashful
her approach
lies
half naked
warming
in the sun
beginning.

beside the brook
green tumblers
caught the eddy
singing playfully
to remove the chill
of spring’s day.

only speaks the greenish
along the stony stairsteps
secrets of the wisps.

no one understood
her soft lines
long black hair
and charcoal eyes
she was but perfect
for me then as
an extra surprise
but that once kept
only could distance
and hide inside.

white bone reflections
stark against orange dirt
poor twisted juniper
spin the vortex whims
travelers seek solctice
last summer’s fire storm
runs rivers dry and bare
beauty could not be stripped.

running
running
running
and yet
not moving.

long letters or pictographs
written with care and thought
even in choosing the stamp
and placement on the envelope
we’d wait for the next exchange
sometimes with photos, perfumed
little kisses left behind, etchings
a world of wonderful expectation
with the trip to the mailbox daily
Even, “Ralphie had been rushing
to the mailbox every day
in hopes his decoder ring would arrive”
always held precious to latter
be opened with care, kept in a box.

makes you a hero
with just the act of living
tell us your story.

the rustling lace curtain
cool breezes discover
quiet night leaves us alone
with tangled legs, a puzzle
softened eyes hold together
moments like a string of pearls
ruffled sheets want to know secrets
and wait for stories unfolding

love answered
feverishly
there were not
enough words
in a day
to share
gentle caress
sitting the lawn
Central Park
the hotdog cart
and the musician
all came
together
with us
once.

what reflects so blue
mirrors the depths of my soul
intimacy sighs.

walking the cold night
steps fall so thunderously
heartbeat lifts your soul.

golden when reaches
fine spindles highlight your face
beautiful and fair.

catches the light
reflecting joy
the tiny dancers
fluttering breezes
little fairies blown
in from the south
rest here now
upon my sill.

only when
your gray
appears
does the light
of other days
fade dreams.