Her Sin

Her sin.
What sin?
Not sin?
As the world counts sin?
No?
Whatever for?

May 06/2011

Leenhouts Garden

I can smell the garden on you.
I see your hands covered in dirt.
I see your shoulders are burnt from being in the garden all day.
You smell like wild flowers and top soil.
When I lean into you to see if you are sleeping
I can see that you are making love to the sofa and pillows that cress you.
I can hear you breathing deeply.
I sit there and watch you sleep in your sun dress.
You’re like a cat lying in the sun.
So at peace, so tranquil.
I see you had some crackers and cucumbers from the garden.
I take you plate and glass of half drank lemonade to the kitchen.
I bring you back some water for when you wake.
I look out the back window and look at all the work you did in the
Garden.
Sun flower, carrots, raspberry bushes, lettuce, and your
Favourite cucumbers.
I love looking at the big sunflowers
All the time you put into them.
I think I hear you waking up.
I go and watch you sleep and read my
Book.
I’ll wait and see you first open your eyes.
And I’ll tell you about smelling the garden on you.
 
Feb 12, 13, 14, and 15/2012

I'd rather have you

Reaching over to turn off the clock,
I bump into the lady,
Oh, she was a lady, fine, fit, beautiful.
The type that cooks you dinner, does your taxes,
Talk your brains out and loves you passionately.
Where was I? Yes the clock, I reach over and turn off the clock.
And I say to myself, I'd like to have some coffee?
Looking down and I say how about you.
She opens the beautiful eyes and smiles
Then says I'd rather have you!

• Feb 11/12

Silent moments

Silent echo of water drops in the kitchen sink
Travels through the empty rooms in the apartment.
The cat curled up into a ball sleeping on the sofa
With gold rays of sunlight flooding through the windows
Warming the peaceful sleep that the cat so loves.
The creeks and pops that the apartment make when no one
Is around.
The sound of cars racing by on the street below.
There is a certain silent feeling that lingers over
The moment.
 
Feb 10/12
 
 

Freak-out

I want to scream at the top of lungs!
I want to freak-out and be angry at
Everything.
I want to call you names, and say
Things that would hurt you.
I don't want you to fix this.
I want you to take this.
Put up with this insane rampage
That I stumbled into.
I am so frustrated!
I want to Scream!
I, I can just see it! I desperately
Need it!
I am almost crying,
cause I want to feel
Something, anything, please?


Feb 09/12

Moments

Find me, hold me,
Put your hands right there.
Lean in; find yourself staring at my lips with
Hesitation.
Softly touch them with your lips.
Press deeply against each other.
Feel the excitement
Your blood and heart racing
We stop, we look at each other.
Do we want more?
Your eyes filled with hunger.
My eyes are yours.
My hands over your lite form.
I hesitate.
You second guess.
We look at each other and move away.
We are not sure of what to say or do.
We smile and try to find the words
To fill in this gap of awkward silence.
As someone else walks into the room
You decide to leave the room.
That was the end until the day dream starts
Again.
 
Feb 09/12
 

Why do

Why do you look at these words
That fill your dull cow eyed stare?
What do you see? What do you understand?
What do you want from me?
The ramblings of a mind grasping straws.
The mutterings of someone on the edge.
Why do you look at these words?
Do you like the silent stare
Through your monitor or phone?
What do I give you?

Feb 7/12

Deep inside

Does this freak you out?
The thought, the idea?
Does it hurt you.
Seeing this, hearing this, wanting,
This.
I can read it in your silence.
Each word speaks volumes to me.
Each yearning feeling touching you
Deeper and deeper.
Penatrating you savagely
Make it stop!
Does this freak you out?
I can get inside your head.
I can hear every ounce you pained.
I can feel your joy.
Tear drops, soft love, real. . .

Feb 07/12