She Fills Me

Delbert H. Rhodes

1235188-1440x900-[DesktopNexus.com]The morning sweetly touches her and he smiles. Yes, today marks the thirtieth year of their lives together; and although some roads were curvy and at times bumpy, they always led home. Grief, disappointments and dissatisfaction are mere memories and his affections for his wife are powerful. Sleeping, Dina’s beauty astounds her husband and he unconditionally loves her. A susurrating wind displaces the curtains, causing light to spray the room, shadows artistically line Dina’s face. Her delicate skin and classic features are simply breathtaking.

The years have neither erased her youth nor the tenderness in her cheeks, the teasing softness pursing her lips. Gently, Arty presses Dina’s mouth with his, sensuously, she surrenders, even in sleep her husband and she sweetly connect. Cheek to cheek, she swoons as her lover recites a phrase from her favorite poem, he found it about two years after they married. Dina loves it, and hearing it pleases her as much as reading it pleases him.

Leaning, Arty strains to retrieve a folder; ever careful to never wrinkle its contents. Resting the poem inside his lap, the happy “Prince” snuggles sleeping beauty; and then accompanied by the lute in his heart, a poetic serenade:

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She Fills Me

A woman’s love soft and tender
To her passions I surrender
Watching her move I’m mystified
My heart and eyes open wide

With morning light she wakes me
In dark of night she shakes me
Because of her I’m surely blessed
For all to give I’d give the rest

Her fleeting glance I adore
A somber smile I hurt for more
Her eyes and lips mine to kiss
Without her soul lost is this

The very blood of my life
Flowing to every part
With all there is I love her so
She feeds my hungry heart

Everyday she fills me
Emotionally she thrills me

No sweeter wind to calm the storm
Inside her arms I’m safe and warm
To lose her love I’m lost you see
She is always there for me

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“I love you, ‘so’ much.”

Copyright © 2007-2015 Delbert H. Rhodes

“Watchful Flies”

flyDoris’ day terribly ends. Trace, her love of many years, abandons her.  Sleep frustrates the tormented woman. Finally, her convoluted dreams soothe the hurt in Doris’ heart. Upon its walls, a strange poem offers peace:

 

 

Where go I
to find a place,
someplace, I need
to hide

What must I do
to hide my face
dare I, my faceless
pride

A quiet peaceful
loneliness, you
seek me, go away

They  hurt me so
my painful knees, I
broke them yesterday

This plate of food,
how do I eat, its taste
I cannot stand

My throat a web
of spider claws, I
feel its clammy hands

Upon a tomb my
name I read, written
by my fears

A dusty grotesque Eulogy
of wretched morbid
tears

Turn from me,
oh, do not stay, leave
me to my thoughts

To understand this
mind in me and why
to me it talks

The  warmth of you
I cannot feel
your searing cold
I dread

Dare risk I
the bold in you, melt,
should I instead

Inside my heart a
darkness looms, dare
I love you so

A tapestry of watchful flies
warning, “No,”
“please, no!”

The fate of love never risk
its ending is foretold;
watchful flies never bate,
thy youth is much too old.

Copyright © 2014 Delbert H. Rhodes