Teresa Weeping

At night, alone, I sometimes hear
Your weeping, silent, in my soul,
Surprised by sudden, unsought tears
And sadness I cannot console.
Then do I hate the one who would
Inflict such pain, to make you cry,
In anger asking who it is,
Afraid to learn, 'tis I.

By Cortland E. Richmond
(KA5S)

Dreams

I wake from dreaming
of a stranger
with a foreign accent
and exotic features -
elegant and a little dangerous.
To lie with him was exciting,
each touch an adventure,
unaccustomed hands and lips
teasing places I didn't know
could feel like that.
But he vanishes when my eyes open.

Time was, I would have thought
this waking a dream:
at peace in the dark
in this bed that we've shared for years.
Your face is so clear in my heart
that my eyes need no light to see it.
You mumble half-understood words
whose meaning becomes clear
in the way our bodies fit together
when you pull me close.
I drift into another dream,
safely anchored by your reality...

By Kathe
(KATHE)

Love is a Verb

It's doing,
feeling, touching, holding, smiling, laughing
crying, shouting, waving arms and making faces.

It's sneaking around behind the back
to Surprise!
The random rose that is delivered personally.

It's walking down an aisle,
saying goodbye to the old life,
and facing the new as it walks up to you.

It's holding the hand,
and sticking around when her cookies are tossed
and rubbing her back soothingly when tossing is through.

It's cooking dinner when he walks in,
and not minding when he goes upstairs instead of helping.
(besides, he REALLY needed the shower, whew!)

It's peering around the corner at the top of the stairs and
POUNCING!
to show that "of course I love you!"

It's singing a special little song,
that you just made up,
'cause you're happy to be with him

Love is a verb!

By David
(KIRWAND)

Mailbox

A note in her mailbox
One of introduction
From one, worked on the docks
She, in administration.

If she was willing
Look beyond my job code
A day job paying
For night school load.

A note in her mailbox
One of introduction
From one, worked on the docks
She, in administration.

The first day I saw her
She needed invoice signed
Right by her signature
I wrote on dotted line.

Was hard not to notice
Aura did her surround
Manners, not mere practice
Was down to earth and sound.

A note in her mailbox
One of introduction
From one, worked on the docks
She, in administration.

Said she was flattered
Note, caught her by surprise
That nothing else mattered
Her part, no compromise.

A note in her mailbox
One of introduction
From one, worked on the docks
She, in administration.

First time led to second
Was some good chemistry
And so on and so on
Till I asked her to be.

A note in her mailbox
For life long journey
From one, worked on the docks
To my one and only.

By xelanire
(XELANIRE)