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Sunday, September 18, 2011

Morning Light

For Melinda Lee  

There she lay
in the morning light
naked, save the shadows
cast by her own curves
flawless, complete

Her soft blue eyes
remain closed
untouched by fear
holding only the slight
remnants of sorrow
from living raw and alive
in a numb world

Reluctantly I move

unwilling to stir her, 
to pull her 
from the dreams
keeping company
with her heart

Instead I remove my shirt
slowly press my chest
against her back
wrap my small hand
around her waist
and, breathe in

I breathe her in
I breathe her 

so deeply 
so completely
into my soul

The morning light
unabashed, dances on
through the fruit trees
inside the dawn
as our witness.



~Alexa 

Just Love.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

A Country Sunrise

The white porcelain mug
rested on her fingertips
her lips yearned for the sweet
familiar taste of morning
with its warm hazelnut finish
and soft sunrise


Her eyes held the orange kiss
between the earth and sky
a horizon which promised
uninterrupted time



minutes free to live, to love 
without the constant
interpretation from God's believers
about what form love should take


As if they know what it took to make
the heavens and the seas


For that gentle moment
inside the new dawn
when the cold morning's breath
met the rooster's song
she bowed her head


She prayed for freedom
from the fear in their hearts 
knowing she would offer it back to them
if it wasn't love they needed so much more. 



~Alexa 


Wednesday, August 3, 2011

End of the Dirt Road

For Melinda Lee.


My love
like a tall slim street lamp 
illuminates each room she graces
barefooted and breathtaking  
in ripped jeans 
and quiet brilliance

Not far from her reach
a country morning hums
dinner plate dahlias burst
and untamed oak trees dance
against the sleepy sun's yawn 

Our minds tiptoe towards light  
still intertwined in last night's dreams
our bodies tangled in soft sheets
with no reason in the world
to rush awake 

A house at the end of the dirt road  
amid almond trees and wild gratitude
I fall into the bliss 
of finding the very woman 
I was born to love. 


~Alexa

then there were six

then there were six

Cheese of Mac & Cheese along side Roger the Rooster