Paramour

Her blonde curls, blue eyes
I wanted to run away
With her, skip the world

I kissed her, full soft
Lips, pink as the blushing rose
Hands on her hips, breasts

Something in my blood
Stirring in me, the Viking
Sailing by starlight

Lips and tongues touching
Our breathing closed the distance
Between us in the dark

A naked embrace
In a cool summer lake, on
A warm summer night

The touch of the muse
The water nymph, a goddess
Inspiring and kind

Wearing her token
Bending to the angelic
Vision of grace

Redemptrix

A young woman weeps
Celestial Madonna
The mother of faith

A mother’s tears fall
The young woman is pregnant
Madonna alone

Madonna crying
A mother grieves in darkness
Young woman with child

A young woman wails
The Madonna becoming
The mother of hope

Mother is moaning
A young woman hides her pain
Madonna of life

Madonna of groans
The mother’s dreams crash in waves
The young woman’s fate

Young woman rising
Madonna of dust and sand
The loving mother

Mother of the wind
A young woman praying, Ru’ha
The blind Madonna

Madonna breathing
Mother whispers to her child
The young woman speaks
She is the stranger
The girl is an alien
Her child illegal

She has no recourse
No standing before the law
They are refugees

The mother and child
Our salvation is with them
In being with them

Observation – May 2nd, 2017, Tuesday

Observation

 

It is 4:00 am, and dark in the morning

The house is cold and quiet

It is wet outside, after days of rain

And snow

 

Kitty is curled up on the back of her chair

Her white chin resting on her white paws

I can hear her breathing

The low rumble as she shifts and turns

She ignores the news cast I am watching

More interested in the clicking of my fingers

Typing