Knee Deep in Love

Knee deep in love

we'll run through lazy summer afternoons,

worshipping at the feet of the sun

and embarrass the butterflies.

Knee deep in love

we'll celebrate the fireflies

in the late August night

dressed in our finest moonlight.

Knee deep in love

we'll drink wine from paper cups

and I'll trace the trail it makes

down your chin with my tongue.

Knee deep in love

we'll sing each others song

and dance to each others heartbeat

until the sun ceases to shine.



Me

 My eyes are too big

too deep

too intense.

My hair is long and stringy.

My lips-thin and wide.

My breast are small

And my arms are thick.

I'm short but my legs are long.

My hips take center stage

And my ass seems to have a life of it's own.

(Just because I stop doesn't mean that it does)

I don't think like most, I don't act like most

and I sure as hell don't look like most.

But you saw me

And found me beautiful.

You loved me and taught me to love myself.

And I love you for it.

(Hey, you're beautiful to me too)

All Because

There I was,

Blithely going through my days,

Never straying off the path,

Always keeping my eyes on the clock

And my hands upon the wheel

Until that inexplicable moment

When the world exploded into

A spinning cosmos of vibrant color,

The air became heavy

And my heart pound in my ears

Like a thousand horses hooves--

I could not breathe,

My stomach became tight

And my knees felt as if they would buckle

Under the sudden extreme weight of my body--

All because you said, "Hello".

for Mother's Day

The Woman

The woman, wakeful, stares

At the face of the moon

The stars dancing ‘round,

While her babe sleeps at her breast.

Slowly, she rocks, now and then

And stares at the moon again and again

And softly, lowly, she hums,

While her babe sleeps at her breast.

A soft, gentle breeze blows

And tenderly kisses her cheeks

As her eyes slowly close,

While her babe sleeps at her breast.

                                                              Katy-jean

I originally wrote this in high school-eleventh grade-and the photo is of a very new Shannon and a very tired me.

Tattoo

Like some strange voodoo you crept into my brain

Through my blood

And lodged yourself in my life.

I wear you like a tattoo no one can see-

You’ve become a part of me-in my waking and my sleeping-

Yet you are not there.

It’s a weird magic that fills my lungs-

When I breathe deep

I can almost feel you, taste you-

The air becomes electric.

My eyes open wide

And my head is filled with the sound of your voice;

At once lyrical and alive.

My soul gives birth to a new song

As the day gives birth to a new world.

I have been made strong.



Release

  The cares of the world hung heavy on me like an old wool coat--so I walked. 

I took the dogs and walked

Across the field, through the meadow, past horses, farms and cows

Up the hill to the top where it looks over the edge of eternity.

And I stood.

I stood with the dogs at my feet, grasses teasing my legs.

The wind, in its careless manner took my heavy coat

And threw it across the hill, over the meadow, in amongst the grasses.

Suddenly, I was made light!

Grass and sky, dog and wind became me!

Time ceased to be.

In that one perfect moment-

with the wind blowing across my mind and through the tips of my hair-

I lived.

Insomnia

 The night didn't fall; it rushed upon me.

 Attacking me while I lay on my bed

 Climbing up me like Hillary up Everest

Staking its claim for  the moon to see.

It wraps me in its velvet arms

Whispering  softly as it comes

It pours over me like a lovers tongue.

Caressing my very soul with its charms.

And I lie there awake yet dreaming.

In my fevered state it comes sneaking

Stealing its way into my brain

Over my skin and through my veins

Like a drug it courses through my body

Pulsating, throbbing, intensifying

Until it explodes behind my eyes

Then gently kissing the corners of my mind

Before leaving me crumpled in disarray

Vulnerable and exposed to the oncoming day.