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On the other side
behind a closed bedroom door
she hides from the world

~

When she looks back now
to the not-so-distant past
he’s still all she sees

~

Spring awakens her
Desire blossoms inside
Reaches for the sun

~
Siobhan
3/19/13

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Sitting on the porch swing, her bare toes reach
for the rail, touch briefly before she swings
back. Spring symbol, a robin, hops across
her field of vision and sun warms the air.
With the gentle back and forth motion, she
drifts in and out of memories. Winter
almost over, as snow melts, she begins
to shed mourning, allows herself to thaw.

Dogs bark a block away, a distraction;
she wonders at their conversation, smiles
at the thought, and returns to her musing –
emotions, wild as spring storm winds, emerge.
She is at once calm and restless; pent-up
passion waiting for desire’s return.

~
Siobhan
03/08/13


Wind howls outside
I feel winter separate
what is from what was

~

The forecast is bleak
we will not see the spring soon
…enough with winter.

~

I lay awake now
wonder what’s keeping you warm
Is it memory?



Strength of a Memory

Moments come and go when the ache for you
is so intense, I’m certain I will burst
into flame; the longing to caress you,
taste you, saturates me, my every pore;
my mouth waters at the thought of your mouth.

Strangely, my body does not remember
other hands and mouths, other intimate
partners with the strength of your memories –
perhaps their passion did not run as deep
for me – desire not as evident.

I wonder how long it will take for these
sensations to run their course, fade away
– parts of me (yes those) don’t want it to end;
others hope its soon for sanity’s sake.

~ Siobhan
1/23/13



If I could have…

If I could have deferred these feelings
to a better time,
when I was more or less sane,
perhaps I would have…
that’s assuming I could have
stopped myself from falling …

I did not plan to fall in love with you,
it never entered my mind
– just happened.
Perhaps it was the sweetness of your lips
or the way you touched me
– like I might break.

If I could have postponed taking that step
into your arms,
perhaps we’d both be here
now…
that’s assuming you would have
waited for me …

~
Siobhan
1/21/13


Hidden in the Shadows

The look on his face when she touches him –
his grey eyes shifting from green to hazel;
a shadow hides what he’s thinking.
Once upon a time she knew the answer.

Hidden in the shadows are all her fears;
she’s afraid to speak for the fear of losing
what she already has and cannot lose.
Once upon a time she knew she was his.

She feels the sensation of his passion
passing her by; he cannot see her want
and does not want to see her desire.
Once upon a time, it was his to have.

Her fears engulf them, casting long shadows
and hidden beneath – once upon a time.

~ Siobhan
1/20/13


Near the Edge

When I’m most certain that this is all there
is; that I can’t step one more step forward,
I recall the desire and passion
we share; when you bend to kiss the dimple
at the small of my back, trail your fingers
down my spine and confess so much to me.

This exact moment, held inside, is now
brought out when I am near the edge, keeps me
looking forward into the next moment,
when your lips kiss the corner of my mouth
and whisper how much you love that I am
open with you, that I share my body
only with you. At the edge, I remain
captured by what I imagine was there.

~ Siobhan
1/18/13

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