Friday, September 29, 2006

Part of You

I want to become part of you,
so I stare into your green eyes
and run my fingers through your hair.
I trace your lips.
Your arms around me tighten, and
I am ready to touch you some more.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Fibers

My hands have been stronger
than my heart, I think.
My fingers would grasp and hold on to
something longer than the fibers of
my heart could.
My hope is for an intertwining which does
not unravel this time.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

To Be

Your eyes
cover me
like hands,
and I want to be
all I see within in them.

Your hands
cover me
like eyes,
and I want to be
all I feel underneath them.

Your body
covers me,
and I want nothing more
than to be.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Struggle

I visited a blog where the idea is to post a poem everyday. I recently complained to someone that I've lost my "voice," so this may be a struggle. But I will try.


Hands.
Fingers clicking on keys.
I hit the Return button
and wait for a moment of passion
to surge.
Expression, not forthcoming, eludes
the capture by impatient ears,
straining to hear the Voice.
A choice becomes a burden,
and my fingers cease to move.