No Pity

Tonight the air was thick with humidity

My skin sticky from the clinging moisture

There was no reprieve from the tortuous heat

I sit and watch you; a wounded animal looking for safety

The emotions crossing your face clearly displayed

Communicated your anger-frustration-darkness inside you

The noise of the ancient air-conditioning unit

Creaking on its last mechanical legs

Trying in vain to cool the air – to cool us down

Tonight we have fought; two desperate animals

Dragons breathing fire-not giving an inch

Our bodies showed no damage but inside we bleed

Your dark mood is out of control

The verbiage spewing from you has battered me

You have showed no mercy in the your pummels

Your breathing is still ragged from pent up rage

Much as your shirt clings to you as a second skin

Your eyes meet mine; I lose myself within its depths

You have taken me there; that place of darkness

With that voyage you make me open up; showed me how to let go

Within your pain a lesson you taught; you inspired me to fly!

It is with a harsh realization; reaction is swift

We do not belong together yet my soul cries out; asking for compassion

The answer I find within the depth of your eyes; no mercy given

No longer able to cool anything down; with a final creak

The ancient air conditioning unit finally dies

Silently I get up to open windows; instead I walk out the door

© 2010 17 august/cb

Somewhere In Time

I closed my eyes last night exhausted from the day


Soon I entered my escape; my dream world


I wandered among the fields of gold and green


Covered with poppies, butterflies and sweet smells

In the distance was a large white house


White with a pure innocence trimmed with green


It seemed to float atop a field of green grasses


The long drive was lined with oak trees as tall as the heavens






In the distance you could hear the singing of gospel songs


A comforting sound punctuated by the sounds of the horses


The scent of magnolias and cabbage roses filled the air


The crunch of the gravel beneath my feet told me this was real






In the distance; to one side of the house there was a figure


It was a man chopping wood; sweaty from the work in the sun


There were others whitewashing the side of the house


Behind me the sound of a trotting horse alerted me






Sitting astride the his saddle he cut quite a figure


His laughter caught my attention until I realized what I wore


Then all I could do was blush which only made him laugh more


The sheerness of my nightgown did nothing to hide my figure






He jumped down from his horse and quickly placed his coat on me


His fingers lightly brushed my shoulders making me shiver


His voice was still filled with laughter as he asked me if I was ok


This made me blush furiously as now I knew I was very exposed!






He turned me around to talk to me face to face, my face turned up


The sun high in the sky blinded me for a moment, blurring my vision


With a sudden breath I opened my eyes as I realized this was not a dream


The city traffic noises floated through my window as I realized it was dawn







© 2010 4 jun/cb

Fading

Dreams; nothing more than memories

The things we did; of what we planned

The murmuring of all the endearments

Soft laughter full of sensual meaning

Eyes sparkling in the light of the moon



Each moment is treasured; each emotion catalogued

The pleasures, the disagreements, the reunions

Each word full of flavor with all its nuances

Love in all its glory; compassion and pitfalls

Even anger and disappointment; communication rectified



Dreams; these memories are fragile in this condition

Writing fades upon parchment; turning into dust

Visual views of these pages are limited

The sands of time-whatever that reality is

Cannot be held by the flesh of my hands



Be in my dreams forever as the reality

Makes no sense in the light of day

The granules of time; like sand

Seems to slip between my fingers

Leaving me with empty hands



Keep me in forever; where we will always be happy

Where the flames of love and affection will never fade

Demons and angels accompany us; that too is real there

Our dreams will be continue therein; never false

Hold me tight; my dreams are fading fast...













© 2010 30 may/cb