Pocket of Love

Fierce wind
                   bitter- –
                   cold,
your eyes
not so much- –
                   thankfully.
Your arms
encircle me- –
against your body
a pocket of love.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

I Opened a Box

And there he was- -fragmented
– -still
in silver webs of silence- -dreaming.

Inside- –
his fragments- -thumb a ride with life.
Daylight breaks blue and gold
across fresh snow,
never mind the cold, he’s alive.

Love’s breath lingers, a frozen mist- –
golden morning angel wings
surround his face- -tear crystals
hang momentarily
in the grand scheme of grace.

Both life and time- -indifferent- –
infringement on a broken mind, falling.
Transient soul hungers
for a heart-shaped pillow- –
a friendly smile- -coat
from a stranger’s arms warms
for a while.  Memories- -ghosts- –
family’s love to cling to.
What can we do- -God
what can we do?
Angel wings flutter- -somewhere
inside- -somewhere inside
love comes in phone calls from heaven.

I find a picture to cherish a while. 

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

This Tenderness

 

Magic dancers- –
candle flames sputter,
rising higher- -higher,
spellbound by the fire
your lips find mine
in the glowing.
Knowing the strength
of love’s weakness- –
and destiny a twilight river
– -we flow gently
in a sinuous trance.
Their vermeil veil
wraps us,
rapture- -bliss- –
our tenderness
quilts winter’s chill
in the muted light
of magic dancers.
Night goes whispering.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Only an Echo

A vixen screams on the wind,
night streams in.
A river of ice- -my blood
cold- -dams up,
my heart- -paralized.

You sigh.
Realizing its an echo- –
only an echo of you,
brutal darkness
betrays my heart- –
that frozen stream screaming
in whispers- –
whispering your name.

My mind denies the wind
softly calling.  Only
loneliness hears you laugh,
not the mind.
Yes- -my heart
still hears your laughter- -sigh,
in moonlight
spilling over water.  Swift
currents collide inside- –
my mind drifts
to matters of the heart- –
circles of longing
tearing circles apart.
Darkness echoes darkness
swathed- -layers of black silk
around me.
My heart
a metronome
ticks away
your shadow

– -sleeping.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Silence

Sudden cloud cover
ushers in silence- –
profusely silent
wildlife awaits snow- –
morning coffee warms
mid November’s chill
sleeping- -he breathes slow
timid light breaks- -blue
through a frosted pane
a kaleidoscope
splashes- -fire crackles
gently I kiss him
stirring his senses
silence- -holds me close.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

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In Between

The in between spaces
 –rare moments,
a deep cleansing breath,
long sigh- -too long
in coming- -laugh, smile,
sit for a while listening- –
wind rushing through the trees
                                                singing
relaxation- -meditation,
a lot can be said
in the in between- –
I love you- –
how much you miss me,
perhaps a kiss
in between times- –
men and women can’t go
too long without
moments in between.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

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Word Salad

Neither going, nor coming
is ever easy
though used wisely
shining polished stones
of time are useful
when collecting nuggets
for a box of dreams

coins for spending
on empty days
when creativity
loses its flavor

When drifting aimlessly
through long silences
creates nothing- –
a pocket full of days
tossed recklessly
into my box of dreams- –
for making word salad

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.