LUST

Watercolor by
Pat Morgan

My hand on her heart,

I am more aware of

The rise and fall

Of her breathing chest,

Than the fullness

Of her soft breasts.

Commitment

Is my new lust,

Having the depth of a canyon

Formed over years by a patient river,

Speaking French, where understanding

Comes more from inflection, than translation,

Not waning when wrinkles cross

The canvas of her gentle face,

Lasting gloriously beyond

Our bones and breath.

SISTER – I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY

Sister with the bruised cheek, you

Did not stumble, but came too close.

If you dare get close again,

Again the blows will fall.

When I walk the beach

The dark stain of earlier waves

Guides me how near I dare go

Without getting wet.

Sometimes a rogue wave

Slaps the shore.  Exceeds

What came before.  Either I leap,

Or my feet get a soaking.

After days of calm, his rage

Will return aimed at you

And lest you dart, you may not

Survive the beating.

You are a loyal wife,

Humble but blind, you're

Ever more precious than

Your relationship with him.

The waves may have no say

Striking the sand. 

Sister, you are not held to him

By gravity.  Time to leap.

I AM SEA GLASS

A Collection of Poetic Pieces 

YOU - A CEREMONY OF THEIR OWN

YOU - A CEREMONY OF THEIR OWN

(Jess and Saul thought they were alone)

Overheard by father of the bride

As Saul proclaimed and Jess replied.

You are the tick to my tock.

You are the pendulum of my clock.

You make time stand still.

You make time fly and thrill.

You fulfill me and make me complete.

You still me and calm my heartbeat.

You show me how purity looks.

Your picture’s under integrity in guidebooks.

You teach me with gentle decree.

Your touch tells me it’s okay to be me.

Your loving helps me love myself more.

Your loving shows me a me I never saw before.

The way you love me, I could not help but love you.

The way you love me, there’s nothing else I could do.

Our wish for you:

Abundant happiness,

A life full of love

And a love full of life.