Little Poems About A Girl's Longing and Memories
Childhood
Little girls climbed trees
The woods are my memory
Wait. Laughter sounds still
Dangerous
Leaning against a car,
Black leather and smoke clad.
Casual, as if born to the spot.
Ready to grab my hand,
And take us down a road
where I know the way
from which we can not return.
Smoke and Cloves
Strong and sensual
Melts me to the here and now
Fingers draw me in
Solitary
Hands on another
In my lonely bed, touch me
A whispered word as a door closes
vibrates in my heart
A kiss once felt in my mouth
burns still
given to someone else