A Date (Part 2)

No place I’d rather go.


… What is happening, I don’t know

There’s no place I’d rather go

As I sit here, mesmerized

By those lips, that shape, those eyes

As you pull me into you

There’s only one thing to do

That’s surrender to the bliss

Wanting only more of this…

A Date (Part 1)

It is hard to believe.


I find it quite hard, believing
That we’re here now

You, you’re looking quite fantastic
In this place
So close to me

And this wine helps keep us present
In the moment
In the now

Then as we first start in touching
Lightly, softly
I allow

Thoughts, that enter in great numbers
Firm, insistent
In my mind

That there’s only you and me tonight,
What will we find?…

On Reading A Certain Blog

My friend, I do not know you…

Reading A Blog

My friend, I do not know you
I know I never will;
But yet, your fortune plagues me
And it will grieve me still

Because I read the words you write
The doorway to your soul;
Your journey, as yet incomplete
To make
Your spirit

Stood Up

This should only happen once.

Stood Up

Half-dressed up, but now she finds
She’s got no place to go;
And lying there, she wonders why
So often it is so

But she will miss the obvious.
Of that, I have no doubt:
A man who breaks his promises
She’s better off

Reading Epiphany

Maybe you’ve had an experience like this one.

Reading at Sunset

Again the time goes drifting by
The night comes in, unheeded
The last rays of the dying light
Are all that’s really needed

She reads the last few pages
And she slowly turns the cover
The universe spreads out its arms
To gather in its lover


Does she believe in miracles?

Miracle Walk

Does she believe in miracles?
I think she’d say she does
For she knows just how far she’s come
From out of ‘what there was’

The girl who once took make-believe
Into her adult life
Pretending to have everything
A boss, mother and wife

Till Autumn stripped away pretense
As leaves fall to the ground
And everything she thought she had
Came swiftly falling down

And left her needing miracles.
She emerged from the rough
To find that who she really was
Was really
Good enough


Bridge building is difficult.

Bixby Bridge

It was “a bridge too far,” she thought
Not quite sure what that meant

As she moved on to others, where
Her time was better spent

Meanwhile, he wondered what went wrong
To make her leave so fast;

That all his building just can’t forge
Connections that will last