Making Love

Those who think the world is silent when it rains

Have never listened to the earth breathing 

They don’t understand the subliminal art of feeling 

When the rain hits the dust- petrichor

It isn’t a sound

It is an ecstasy 

It is the moan the ground gives

The hum the trees make

The instant gasp as flowers bloom

As rain plays teasing fingers

Across the earth

Opening the dry, tired world and showing 

Her how amazing and soft she is

Despite the long hard drought

Where she lost the fight to remember her lush beauty 

It is the ultimate secret of lovers

The creation of love at its most beautiful

If you do not understand why rain makes women burn

You do not understand making love

Listen to the rain



See the fire burning in my eyes 

And want to play within it

Even if it hurts when lit

For there are times it will burst free

Much like Beltane’s wrath against the sea

I need him to believe my worth

I need to be the prettiest hell

That he has ever seen

I need him to reach through the flames

Grasp my hand so tight

Take me on an adventure, knight

Don’t leave me hanging, Waiting around

I don’t want my feet sturdy on the ground

I need lovers’ arms and passionate kisses

I need you

I need this

I need to be… Smitten. 

Every time I think I have my ducks in a row one of the little assholes wanders off…

It’s 3 in the morning and Im awake

Trying to get my ducks in a row

Each time I think I got them straight

Someone brings me a goat

What the hell am I to do with a goat

When I thought I was herding cats I had ducks

And now I’ve got a goat

I didn’t want a farm I didn’t want the debt

Now I’m stuck lining up 

Every possible debit and credit

No farm tax break for me

Because you see

All the animals are in my head

So now I’m stuck lining up ducks

A few goats

And a wombat or two

As I lie awake in bed

With nothing else to do

I can’t count sheep because I sure don’t need 

To invite them in on the menagerie too
*authors blurb: it’s closer to four now but I’m just as broke money wise as I was at three and I still can’t sleep. I hate being awake worrying over things I can’t change right now but that seems to be the way it is. Might as well find something to laugh at. 

Which is which

I have an angel on each side

In each I have taken pride

I never saw one as evil

I never saw one as good

Each has helped me into chaos

Each has fucked me up good

Neither has left me standing alone

But both have caused my heart to become stone 

At my side are angels

Which do I listen to, pray tell?

When my world is shades of gray

In an atmosphere of black

It is honesty I lack

Not from my lips

Which only know truth

But from the world uncouth

Which is which

My angel he is cruel

And treats me as a fool

My angel he is shy

And his every word a lie

But neither leaves me be


If words were only ink and papyrus

Or delights of air and music

If words were simply exhalations of sound

Then lonely would be only noise in the background

Instead lonely is stretching aching fingers across the sheets

Caressing empty space in bed

Not knowing who you want there

Only wishing it was someone’s curve instead

Sadness is turning to share a laugh

And finding only your shadow

If only words were empty and light

Blown over dales and valleys and out of sight

Then anger could not fight

Fury would mean nothing more

Than simply coasting quietly out the door

If I found they had no weight

They carried no heartache

And simply wasted wisps of wanton breath

I would have no words

To describe how my heart leaps for joy

And pounds like auld cracking toys

Words were they so hollow and useless 

would be no good for delight

For sharing secrets in the night,

Pillow talk and little whispers

Instead I have found words carry perpetual motion

Ever growing with each new motion

Tripping tipsy off my tongue

For anger, laughter, under moon and sun

I find things preposterous and exhilarating

I feel homesick and hostile and sometimes hateful too

Words can make me sing or fly

Make me want to crawl away and hide

They set me free and chain me down

These tiny little mouthfuls of sound

Your words can gift me a smile

Urge me to go the extra mile 

Next time you sharpen your words on me

Remember that while words are free

To take them back is a hefty fee

The curse of the sea green eyes

Ever changing as the sea
A piece of wild ocean bequeathed to me

When her demons saw what they had done

They had to have one last bit of fun

Whispers of waves just beyond hearing

The lilt of sea shanties so daring

The beauty of eyes showing soul shining bright

Cursed to be alone at night

Reaching across the slick covers

Fingers searching for a lover

Not sure who she wishes was there

But coming awake to find her fingertips bare

Angels or Demons, who can tell them apart

Neither has what we would call a heart

Watching from shadows, from corners and nooks

Watching as sea green eyes devoured book after book

Dreaming of freedom and beauty and strength

Fighting day in and day out without thanks

Her heart whispers lullabies of a second set of eyes

But she found that all the stories were lies

The curse of the sea green eyes

To believe in all of those beautiful lies

The perfect example of strength and sweetness 

tempered by tough times and yet still reaches

Too independent too strong and outspoken

What it took to survive now others see as broken

I’m not broken, I’m not lost

I’m beautiful because of my flaws

I will not change the beauty I am. 

I fought too hard to be me 

I fought for my right to live and live free

To discover who I am supposed to be

The girl cursed with eyes green like the sea

If I am too strong too brave 

If you cannot see how my soul does crave

To be held close with a whispered breath

Lips against my ear saying, “tonight,

You don’t have to have strength,

Tonight you don’t have to be brave. 

Tonight I am what your soul craves”

Then these sea green eyes are not for you

The curse shall carry me forward to the men who do
Authors blurb: so the dating world has sucked ass lately. I keep hearing the same thing: you are just too independent. I need someone who needs me. I don’t want a woman who would kick my ass. Well newsflash: I’m delicate fucking flower. Dammit. Well I have to say I’m tired of hearing I’m not needy enough. Really guys. Get it together out there.