1.
Cold snaps bring the pain
April showers killing me
Rain, rain go away
2.
It creeps up my spine
wrapped firmly around my hips
winter shifts to spring
3.
Spring blossoms enthrall
sunshine melts frost to water
nourishes us all
4.
The ache of winter
relinquishes to sunshine
control of my soul
5.
Spring fever has me
firmly in his grasp, I faint
fall into your arms
6.
How does sadness stretch
alongside red tulip blooms
drops of spent passion
7.
Pain muddled mind slips
I cannot remember you
have we met before
8.
Advil and Aspirin
Aleve and Excedrin
Spring is really here
9.
Without any words
whispers between the silence
how do we know love?
10.
Pieces of me hurt
I can feel the healing start
when you touch me so
11.
Passion drips as rain
nurtures fresh growth in us both
renewal-again
12.
We need to mow, mulch
cultivate our lives to grow
beyond where we are
13.
Pink-tipped tulips blush
between green leaves they’re hidden
as fresh as new love
14.
In the face of of pain
ice cold and heat relax me
I survive it all
Tasting Passion
Tiptoeing around, afraid of breaking
an already precarious balance;
sensing a change in the tension that is
tied to who we are and what we want to
investigate in this life, so certain
neither of us is fully aware of
giving too little - or even too much -
passion for that which we find important.
All our focus centers on the now - here,
somehow ignoring - or avoiding - the
scary parts of love - lust - and life. Seeing
instead the wonder of where we are. Each
open to the newness, even though it’s
no longer new to other eyes - just ours.
Love As It Is
I sit, soak in sunshine, a way to cleanse
myself - burn away those pieces for which
I’ve no use, not caring about others -
what they might want - not today or ever.
Skin blisters and I feel no pain on the
surface or deep inside - just a freeing
of my spirit, a return to some place
long forgotten - a time of happiness.
Tears drip, scald this burnt facade, erasing
the tracks of misplaced passion, sealing off
the sorrow once felt as elation - now
gone - I have stripped myself of such folly.
Eventually, this red flesh will bronze,
relaxing into life - love as it is.
Ready for Release
Want drips down these walls, imprisons me in
space too small for comfort-because you’re near.
Desire filters through this sheer fabric
billowing against my limbs; arousal
blushes flesh from pale pink to lush crimson.
Heat radiates into every corner.
Sex scents saturate the air between us;
we are spent without ever having touched.
Our bodies soaked with sweat; our minds reeling
from the possibilities, we reach out.
Familiar awakenings begin to
color the space where we connect, stoking
the fires we’ve banked - never having time
before now, again, ready for release.
Alone in the Garden
She searches
for flowers
among the thistles - tired
of being stung
again and again.
She remembers
where she left them,
doesn’t know why
no one else recalls
her care and tenderness
in the planting,
how she nurtured the seeds
cherished the seedlings
as they grew tall
spreading across their world wide.
She stops
muttering to herself
gazes with watery eyes
at the beds before her,
wanders around
pulls weeds by the handful
from the border
of the garden.
Tears mingle
with allergies -
she knows
it isn’t hers
anymore.
To Be Naked
I need not close my eyes to feel the heat
your touch brings to my skin, skimming across
the surface, the edges licked with hot flame.
Memories serve my body well, remind
me – with the merest nudge – of flesh on flesh.
Seams become uncomfortable. Each presses
intimately against my arousal,
roughly caressing nipples, belly, thigh;
sweet agony explodes with each movement,
a shift of shoulder, breathing in and out.
Clothes – once loosely relaxed – tighten, constrict.
My desire—Rip them off, free myself
from their heavy confines—To be naked,
wrapped in your arms—this passion overwhelms.
Siobhan
04/14/08
Flesh and Flesh
You rend flesh from flesh, break bones against steel
or rock, spew vitriol, venom and death—
all to bring life to balance some other-where.
There is no caress, no stroke or embrace.
My pages flip with strong hints of passion,
bold strokes of flesh against flesh, desire
flaring between bodies, need and want cling
together, supplication and yearning.
Do you long for a reprieve from your pain?
Is this diatribe a cry against life?
Is mine a longing bottled up inside
wanting freedom, releasing need from want?
Seen through words on paper, our lives collide,
split the space between us and make us whole.
Siobhan
04/14/2008
Easily distracted by the sunlight
outside, warmth drenching me from the inside
I catch myself gazing off into space—
out windows from which only I can see.
Perhaps it’s the headache pounding behind
my eyes, blurring my vision, distorting
reality—it isn’t real at all
a figment of wild imagination—
then again, if you asked me, I’d tell you
it is as real as you and me, here—now.
The fantasy of existence is all
I need to realize—the desire
to be in this moment, is all I need
—distract me enough to survive this life.
Siobhan
04/09/08
In dreams, you slide alongside, accepting
me as I am, with all my little faults
then when I wake, you’re still there, still smiling,
telling me I am awesome in your eyes.
I would like to understand what you see,
know that I need to accept what I can,
and reach out to you for what I cannot;
you’re a mirror for me – love’s reflection.
Partner, cohort, my champion in life
I seek to please – fall short, get up again
and reaffirm this desire buried
deep within – and it goes on forever.
I would be lost without your appearance
in my dreams – both the waking and sleeping.
Siobhan
04/09/08
I am crumbling at the edges
slipping off this world
and finding myself
somewhere else.
High plains surround me,
shape shifting to cliffs
above and below
too steep to scale
too slippery to cling to
I blink
and they change
flatlands stretch out
before me, behind me
unfamiliar
figures swarm the horizon
yet they don’t
(seem to )
hear my cries
Rain begins to fall
(perhaps it is my tears)
and I gather it with the soil, sand,
plaster it to my eyes
and recreate a vision
build back the edges
and stand
Siobhan
04/09/08
