Morning's Sugar

Velvet mustache moves

Brushing downy kisses

Upon slumbered pout

Cupid’s bow is hidden

Beneath a cushioned hedge

I keep my eyes closed

Not wanting to disrupt him

As he says goodbye

Delighted, I look forward

To this evening’s kiss hello

The Eyes Have It

She’s got diamonds in her eyes

Plucked them straight from star lit skies

She’s got moon glow in her hair

Ringlets shimmering; so golden - fair

“Love looks good on her”,

I say

Sensing ere long

She’ll rue this day

Her eyes - too bright

Hot fevered light

Consequences dismissed

Disregarded outright

Now with her shiny, diamond eyes

She’s blind to looming grief

She’s trusting in lies – weak alibis

For a moment of passioned relief

She’s got diamonds in her eyes

Plucked them straight from star lit skies

She’s got moon glow in her hair

Ringlets shimmering; so golden - fair

Honeymoon Hiatus

Have you been
wondering
about my
lingerning
silence?

It's been
so long,
she's not
written a word
since ... ?

I've gotten
married
hitched
unified
wed

My man now sleeps here
each night in my bed

Bonded
banded
tagged,
yes,
claimed

This newlywed blessed-bliss
has trumped everything

Though, I do adore
my
crazily cadenced
odes - those
words
with their
sing-song
rhymes

I've been
revelling
in this wife-life
where just breathing
satiates
this woman's
affection starved soul

Love astir
an
animated
being ...
whose
intensity is
maddening
does
dwell here

Love
so undeniably,
reliably
sublime

Beloved David

I’ve never been needy

But I need you

Resolutely

Refused

To be clingy

Yet, I do now cling

My own vulnerability

So underdeveloped

Has me quavering

Childlike

In awe

In fear

Independent

Untrusting

Impervious

Exoskeleton of

“Been there; done that”

Served to insulate and protect

I do wonder

At long last

What I fought so hard

To guard against

Why I battled with all that I am
Against the love
Which has recreated me
As though newly hewn
By the hand of God
An Eve in Eden
I am made 
Anew

For The Love Of A Good Man

"Dance at Bougival" 1883
Pierre-August Renior

For the love of a good man

My impatient wait

A weight

Of longing

Years too long

For the heart of a kind man

I did despair

Solely uncovering

Shattered spiteful souls

‘Neath layers of feigned tenderness

For the love of a generous God

Has wrought goodness

From evil circumstance

Leading me to find you

We, oh so perfectly, imperfect

Yet perfectly suited for one another

In the embrace of your heart

I do revel

Rejoicing

Grateful and blessed

For the love of a good man

Bad Puns for Great Poets

You ran me through

With pointed Shakespeare

Warmed my heart

With a Frost

Intrigued me with all of your

Cummings and goings

Enriching me by endowing

Your Poe words

‘Twas on the road less traveled

I perceived an odd Plath

An Angelou spoke to me

As I stood Emmerson in Wilde thought

Sun’s piercing rays caused Burns

Browning me to various Hughes

Although I could not Barrett

What's The Answer?

Ask yourself …

“What is success?”

That mini-mansion

Or expensive dress?

Kids in pricey

Private schools

Curricula teaching them

“Money rules”

Can one purchase

An audience with God?

For that would surely

Demand a wad

Is love for sale …

Or is it free?

My heart and mind

Do not agree

Where you dine

A chic address

Baubles that shine

Don’t mark success

 I ask myself …

“What is success?”

My actions have meaning

Not what I profess