Kitchen Dancing

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You take my hand with trepidation

not sure what to expect

your right in my left

my right in the small of your back

your left resting on my shoulder

Relax my dear

you are safe in my arms

Trust me

follow my lead

my left will push your right,

my right will pull you in

in unison we will glide as one

To music only we can hear

This could be our life together

our evening ritual before dinner

or before bed

wearing a path in the kitchen tile

one two three, one two three

just you and me

And so it would be


Two become one


to music that does not exist

Music only hearts can feel

and only children can see

Smiling up at us

with curly red hair

The kitchen our dance floor

simmering pots and pans

our orchestra

and we dance……

Oh, how beautifully we dance



For some unknown reason

I’m drawn to this image

This soft unknown woman

And her warm haunting visage

She is no one I know

No recognizable feature

But again, I’m drawn to her

This beautiful creature

It could be quite possible

My mind knows the truth

That somehow I loved her

In long ago youth

A vestigial memory

I have not a clue

It could be this simple

She reminds of you




She Soars


She is hard on herself

yet inside she’s tender

Her own toughest critic

but will never surrender

No outside force

can cripple or bind

yet battles still rage

within her own mind

Somehow she prevails

with sweet stubborn grace

a stern look of whimsy

on her beautiful face

I stand here in awe

and watch her soar by

with full sated heart

a tear in my eye

NOTE:  I am quite aware of the disconnect in “a stern look of whimsy”.  If you knew her it would make complete sense.

Her Ring (Rose Quartz)

Rose Quartz

Given to her for strength

For balance

For peace

For love

My unconditional love, always

To help her love herself

Which I so desperately desired for her

And she so desperately needed

Custom designed specifically for her

Designed to calm her heart and mind

One of a kind for a one of a kind

Perfection on perfection

Once her source of comfort when we were apart

Now a source of pain and regret


Hidden in a dark box, alone

Waiting for her to see the truth

Though we were not meant to be

It’s meaning remains

Some day, in a quiet moment of solitude

She will slip it on her dainty finger again

Smile and remember

Unconditional Love

My lasting love for her

Her ring

Hate Me


Thanks to bruisedbelly for helping me to post a song. (I’m a dork in a lot of ways, but her coolness prevailed)

In addition, she reminded me about THIS song.  It really captures the way I am starting to feel.

That maybe it’s good the woman I hurt for so long hates me in some way in order to find what is truly good for her.

Remembering all tears she cried believing I was “the one” for so long, I can’t say “I’m sorry” near enough.

Breakfast With Sweetie

Blueberry Pancakes

She would order blueberry pancakes

just to pick out the blueberries


She would order eggs and bacon

only to pick at the eggs and eat the bacon


She was disgusted by the old man

that hacked and gagged a few booths away


She always put her hand on my leg

and warmed my soul with her smile


Dappled Sunlight

Dappled sunlight on her skin

Mind adrift with carnal thought

Lustful stirrings, not quite sin

Lessons learned, but never taught

Her silken form does wait for me

Pleasures both forever sought

Undulating like the sea

Rolling as an evening storm

Foretelling lust that will be

Gentle rain, soft and warm

The love rains down sublime

Mind and body consumed in swarm

Bodies tangled in naked rhyme

Always knowing I’m her man

Each and every sultry time

Celestial rays form an alluvial fan

Dappled sunlight on her skin

Illuminates a greater plan

  This was not as easy as I had imagined.  Thank you to Der Erzahler at Der Erzahler’s Musings for the poetic form idea. His post “The Beast Within” was written in Terza Rima form and the above is my feeble attempt at the same and was written with a certain someone in mind….. I hope her belly is not so bruised at this particular moment.  😉