The Again Virgin..

I don’t know if I want to feel the soft touch of intimacy again,


It might burn as before,


Tears I would shed,


And dissolve into a puddle on the ground,


To bury myself in another’s body,


To have that permission,


To give that permission,


To meld with another,


So sweet but so new,


Again.

My heart sees..

An open heart
With hidden views
Neath whitened stars
And birds in blues
Across an ocean
Within a sky
My heart does soar
My soul does fly
Flowers share
Their lives of bloom
With me
For because of me
They have much room
Animals gathered
About me anew
Within my thoughts
Two by two
And as time itself
Stops not for zzzzzzzzz’s
Inside a heart of love
Is what my soul sees...

A poem for YOU

'Tis but a color
A faint shade. A hue
A caress of life
'Tis but a bit of blue
'Tis but a sight
Within life's plain
'Tis all for you
Once more again..