Wishing Just Once Again

Never Again

She stood there

eyes locked on his

brilliant light

of another life

rumbling memories

of once upon a time


of nights long disappeared

sighing sounds

of love breaths

put to rest

perfumed scent

of what he could never

have again









Take Me to the Limit


If you could take me

to the limit

how high would we soar?

Would wings fly us

over days needing to be

abandoned, left behind

in ashes?

Would clouds float us

through rivers of sorrow

into waterfalls gushing pure, crystal joy?

Would you hands become

saviors of my flesh

climbing with me

until we fall 

into ecstasy’s sudden sighs

catapulting into star highways

of divine pleasure?

If you could take me

to the limit

how high would be soar?





Pink Girl

pink girl

Pink Girl

As soon as she entered his life, he called her his Pink Girl. There was something about her and pink that went together so well. And she wore it like it was hers and hers alone. Blush pink, dark pink, polka dot pink, streaked pink. It absolutely swirled his mind like cotton candy being fluffed around a cone.

He sighed in her sweetness, the delicate, sugary taste of her kiss melting on his tongue. His hands coveted rose petal soft skin tinged with warm flush of passion in afternoon sun. His heart erratically beat trying to find a rhythm matching the beauty before him. Never was there enough of her.

Falling deeper and deeper, he blissfully sank into her clouds, carried away to castle kingdoms where pink gardens held her fragrance while he held the perfect bloom.




(I saw a prompt today for Pink Girl on Twitter for #WrittenRiver.  I have so many ideas running around my head with this one, but I decided to just start with this in a quick write. It is just a snippet. Interested to see what you think as this varies a bit from my usual poetry.  I wonder if it has any potential…Always welcome your comments and thoughts 💗)