(pattys first day back teaching school again after summer vacation)

It is the
first day back
to school
and I am
missing you
again,

in all
of the
little things
that you
do that
become my
day.


coming
home from
tennis to
see our
empty bed.

walking through
a empty
house that
is never
home unless
you are
here,

listening
to hear
you talk
to our
children about
their upcoming
day and asking
all the right
motherly
questions
about it.

as if you
are secretly
teaching
them to swim.

but you
don't want
them to
know it.

the smell
of your
hair,

the way your
smile
lights
up a room,

the deep
kisses
every chance
we get.

truly I
am a morning
dove alone,

this first
day of
school.

where without
you there
seems no real
point

to ever
flying here

again....

The colors
of her eyes,
like flowers
dancing
to me
from across
our bed.

no retreat
only unconditional
surrenders.

deep impassioned,
moments without
time.

toes tangled
in fish net
stockings,
deep sea
rumblings
stir our
canopy bed.

this love
I have come
to know
as well
as a baby
to first
breast.

one heart beat
completing
the other"s.

this morning in
the morning
bliss...

you are
everything
to me.

poems

you bleed,

I bleed
you,

and I will
for all
of my
life.

nothing
in love
we will
not find,

no heart
unturned

no dream
unslept.

heaven in
your eyes

passion of
sin
in your
kiss.

and I
did not
live
one day
before
you,

and I
will not
ever live
one day
without.

8/10 /17

Sunrise
playing
peek a boo
with pelican
shaped
storm
clouds
soaring.

open shutter
in our bedroom
window
sounds like a
symphony
with the rain
playing
through it.

covers still warm
from angel
passions
flung.

the rest
of the world
cursing
another
thursday
morning.

me celebrating
another breath
of my 16 years
with you.

Once
I tried
to build
fragile,

tender
crossed
bridges
there
to your
eyes.

I slipped
and fell.

and now
if I
could be
anywhere,


lying
there
in the
shape
of your
heart.

is where
I would
be.

skipping
off to
you.

our sunday
morning
best

tracked
across
our bedroom
floor,

unbuttoned
unashamed,

calico cat
passioned
smiles

running
true and
hungry,
across
our face.

under cool
persian silk
blankets
on our
bed.

we would
be every
where.

instead of
buried
here
in this

cross-eyed
point of
view.

sometimes
I feel
so stupid
just standing
round.

when just
yesterday.

your moment

passed
me by...

Carry me
like wind
over the
water,

laugh with
me like
a child
in it's
mother's
arms,

and sing
with me
like
a choir
at  sunday
worship,

where
we can
lift our
spirits
up to
God in
unison
to the
sky...

and then
all that
we ask
of each other
will be
gratefully
given
in lover's
grace.

unconditionally
from our
hearts,
body
and souls...

and you
will finally
find
your place
of rest,
and yearning,

and your
roots will be

nurtured
to reach
the sun.

and full
will
I drink
of you,
and you
of I.

and drunk
will we
dance
in each other's
eyes,,

to never
live our
lives
the same
again,

to come
to the rarest
of places
and emotional
ties,

where
forever
my love

where go
you
forever

go I.

4/17/13

And my
heart
and thoughts
fall all
around
you
like
rain falling
from heaven
upon a
flower,

and in
the moments
that you
are away
from
me I am
not myself,

or someone else.

I am
just
lost and
misplaced
in the
moment,

that does not
include
you and
your angel
smile,

and because
of this,

my first
prayer
every
morning
is that
I could
again
awake
and find
you
by my
side,

where
my heart
knows
best,

and my
soul touches
your
soul and
everything
around
you,

for  without
that moment

my life
would
be just
pieces
of hope
and love
torn
apart and
scattered
without
meaning
upon the
floor.

and my
life would
be such
an incomplete
offering
to God
and love,

in that
moment
when
I am
without
you,

and the
universe

simply
ceases

breathe,

in the
quiet of
this
morning

as I lie
in silence
in your
beauty

your husband

by your
side.
.