I have snow flakes
glistening
in my wine glass
it’s weird
you see
floating
like tears
round
the red rimed eye
at the bottom
of the crystal glass
#101 of #eyeintheglass
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That’s all that matters
Him
I don’t know what it is about him
Every time
I see him
Tears well up in my eyes
My heart stands still
and I stare
like a love struck teenager
at her idol rock star
Is it his eyes?
smoldering with intensity?
Is it his smile?
Soft pink and curling cruel
hidden by a well kept beard?
It’s his hands!
fingers long
stroking sensual sounds
of long ago
forgotten in today.
Yes, it’s his hands…
I wish
I could feel
his guitar stroke touch.
and as the sea
ebbs and flows
I suddenly know
all the years of fighting
and struggling to become
someone
somewhere
was part of a journey
to nowhere.
Maybe now
I’ll be free
to be the me
I was meant to be
a mixed box of chocolates
you and I
Sitting in my Jag
the lights
jumping
gayly
on the dark display
the mall parking lot
cold and empty
the long distance call
is long gone
but still
I sit
with the phone
in my hand
wondering
“Is the sacrifice, worth it.”
Sometimes
the light in the eyes
dies
long before
the soul
gives up hope
and the heart
pumps
obiently
