Inhaling Her

By Cordell Rich

I thought of you this weekend
my mind turns to you
as naturally as a smooth stone
must fall to the earth
because of that
I spend half of my life here
and half of my life in a dream
for so long I’ve not tasted
what I had eaten
or seen where I had been
because my life drifts along
and my thoughts
are consumed with you
then this week
I found a beautiful ripe pear
and I stood at the sink
thinking I was prepared to eat
and as I held it to my mouth
I could smell its fragrance
I grew excited knowing
what I was about to experience
as I bit into the flesh
there was just a moment of resistance
from its smooth skin
before it gave way to my teeth
the next moment
I could feel the juices
running into the whiskers on my chin
and down my neck
then for a brief time
it seemed
that I had tried to take
too much of the fruit at once
my senses were overwhelmed
and as I pulled
the mouthful of fruit
away from its body
the juices covered my chin and neck again
and continued down to my chest
but in the end it was very satisfying
at the moment I enjoyed
that first tender bite
I thought of how satisfied I was
for that brief instant
and I thought of you

Duplicitous She

She
Stoic

Stands
Wanting to run

Calls
to me

my name,
to love

Wanting
ture love

holding
her dreams in check

herself
punished

denying
for me

herself!



She
stands,
calls my name.
Wanting.
Holding
Herself.
Denying
herself!

Stoic
wanting
to run
to me
to love
ture love
her dreams in check
punished
for me.

Lonely Hands

my hands are sometime a lonely place
desperate to find your hands hiding within them
am I always to be a slave to memories of you
longing for that moment of your hands in mine
of your hands being our hands.
I would scarce know how to breath
and close my eyes for fear of that
the next breath would not come
when you would be my last mistake
I raise my voice and sing in whispered praises
transposing your name anew
A prayer upon my lips
again and again
until I had sung every syllable
fresh kisses on your skin thru your name
as I taste the salty moonlight there
I would be your slave or your king
abandoning all memories past
for memories yet to come
for those moment with you in my arms

Let Me Atone

what do I want from you
somehow I though you knew
before you said were through
that I want all of you

I want your heart and mind
that little cute behind
your hazel eyes so kind
whatever else I find

I love yous on the phone
the quite nights at home
soft moments spent alone
please let me atone