return;

"Dawn" - Christine Rosamond, 1980

I have decided to write again. I have missed it greatly! Life has a way of getting in the way. Covid, Health, work. I must make time again to write and create. It is the very being of my soul. I've always been creating and writing, just not sharing as much. I hope to write more and create more.  

iii.

warm flushed skin . bathed in summer light
billowing curtains dance . the breeze caressing
thoughts of you in my mind . fingers trailing down
to glistening desire . sweet nectar of my fruit
touching kissing breathing . the lust of your body
whispering in your ear . begging for release
passionate hearts intertwine . in the thoughts of my surrender

(August 24, 2011) ?

This is an old piece. I am visiting old poetry as I have plans for those old writings. If I need to edit them or if they are perfect as is? Also need to work on getting the formatting to present in the right way on the blogger pages....

the sea;

catnip;

I have been keeping busy at work. At home, I have been tending to my patio "garden." The plants are doing well. The new catnip plant, has doubled and my cat has no interest in it. Back in Washington, I had catnip on my patio and a neighborhood cat visited the plant every single day. He would rub against it and try to roll around in the container of catnip. He did this so much that the plant was worn down to little nubs. Catnip is hardy though and today, the plant is thriving in this Colorado climate.  Yes, I have two different kinds. The flowers are a gorgeous purple. They fill up containers and my cat could care less about them.

I've also been reading more and enjoying different kinds of poetry and learning about other poets. It is interesting to rediscover certain poems and understanding them more as I grow older. I can relate to more and more deeply as well.

It feels good to write.

thinking;

He does not know that I think of him.
At random times throughout my day.
Today while making tea.
And yesterday, in half-asleep desire.  (??)

I do not know if he thinks of me.
At random times during his day.
Today while making coffee.
Or yesterday, in half-awake desire.

dreams;

photo by me

how do you do it?

When I am somewhere between agony and ecstasy
Between pleasure and pain, falling and flying

I am at your will, tormented on my knees, for you
Pain with pleasure radiating though me

So much pleasure...

Moments away from taking that leap into bliss,
And moments away from falling into death.

Suddenly you say...

 "Isn't it beautiful?"

 And I cry out "yes," yearning and aching, not wanting it to end.

 Needing

 Begging

 "So lovely."

And at that moment, I am ready to let go... a flood of desire and hunger, dripping in moans of ecstasy

It is at this moment that I feel the most beautiful
the most treasured and most desired being on this Earth

I give everything to you
My pleasure and my pain
My desire, lust and need
My mind, body and soul

Without you I do not exist.