A haphazard orchestrated affair
A green sky, that welcome thrill of foreboding
Before a storm
The anticipation, dread, and safety
A climax of wind, rain, and
The dry security of four walls
Thunder that reverberates
Harmlessly
Through the walls
Lightning
Stars
Sunbeams
Mocha lattes
Kittens
A dressed doll
And a clothesline
It is pies on the holidays
And everyday knights watching tv
A simple lack for need
No self expression to much
No purpose unheard
No amount of affection
to much
no out of bounds
no hungry judge
My simplicity thrills my complexity
As the hot water steams the bath
The candles cast glow
in a round about flickering
Dance
Dreams are realized
Love is freedom'
And strongly kept
Desires are wanton
lusts are little
as nights are big
vast expanses
starry galaxies
and the welcomed complacency
of a life that is fully lived
This is home to me.
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Melissa Eaves
I am an freelance writer. I love the written word and the poetry of my soul is expressed by mastery of it.
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