a flower grows

a flower grows
    it stretches tall in the morning sun,
Shining bright and clean from the dew drops
    that have settled on its petals.
The sun beats down and people slow down,
    and traffic gets bad, but in the still
Quiet of my backyard...

a flower grows.
    It grows and grows and grows,
quietly and so very slowly it grows.  Never
    stopping for nightfall or rain
as people do.  It tries not to outdo a flower gone
    by, a flower bigger or rounder than it,
but just to be one-of-a-kind, a unique flower.
    And oh, how lovely is this flower I see,
and how I envy such beauty growing in my
    backyard under the trees!

Filling the Void

There once was a void
  here in my heart
that was hidden
  behind the tears
    and agonies
mistaken for passion and longing
    of another enlightened.

Being forsaken by
  other soulds
with aspirations
  and determinations
  but lacking visions
    of rainbows
  or fantasies of romanticism
and empty
  of tenderness
    and pain,
my troubled mind
  was drawn to you.

Embodied in our first touch
    lay an enrichment
  to my existence
    that flickered
  warm and soft
    melting the fears
  that hid the vacuum.

Now, there dwells
  within my breast
the breath of two
  embraced,
    in flight,
      like the breeze
    unseen
rising to the clouds
     seeking an eternity
to share.

Making Love

     being ravenous
and ready to feed
     the never ending longing
inside my body
     i tenderly gesture
     and playfully rankle
                          my lover.
as he returns the passion,
     the need of my spirit
            and want of my skin
                rise
     to infinite heights of rapture
           until
              Triumphantly
                    i am fed rhapsodies of love.