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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
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
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
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
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
of finding the very woman
I was born to love.
~Alexa
~Alexa
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