MY POETRY 6

consumed

it was when i
fell into the chasm
that was you i came
to know the meaning
of being consumed
by passion, love, life
long may you fan the
flame of my heart
©2008/sqb

THE LAST DANCE

when i loved you

it wasn't a planned thing
this feeling i had
just one of those special
flings i told myself

yet your eyes set my soul
on fire

your touch coupled
with voice, spawned
spontaneous combustion
within my heart

even now my lips curve up

tis a casual thing, this
but i laugh at myself
for it wasn't when i
loved you

more that i love you still

PROUD AND FREE

CHESTNUT STALLION

The Chestnut Stallion

There was a living, breathing
entity beneath me. I was supposedly in
control, but reality was he had total control...

Seen from afar, he was magnificent
to behold. Head held high and proud,
a commanding presence surrounded him.
I stole glances, telling myself I was
studying him. I yearned to touch him,
stroke him, ride him.

I drove by the pasture one day and there
he was by the fence. I walked over and
looked into his eyes. I was drowning in
twin pools of intense intelligence.
Unable to help myself, I reached out my
hand to rub his noble nose. He whinnied
softly and didn't pull back.

I was instantly enamoured with this beast.
I also knew I would find a way to steal a
ride sometime. When one wants something

bad enough, one finds a way to get it done.
I had to have him, claim him, make him mine.
We would ride like the wind.

Happenstance is a wonderful thing.
A willing rider and a stallion sensing
freedom. Grabbing the mane I climbed on
bareback, feeling the power of rippling
muscles between my legs. I relaxed into
the rhythm of his wide open gallop,
molded as one.

Beautiful and exhilarating, wild and free,
I rode this stallion as much as he rode me.
It was all I could do to hold on as the
majestic animal flew into the night.
This would not be our last midnight ride,
I knew. My chestnut stallion had turned
the tables and claimed me.
© 2007/SQB

glimpses

the voice came through the phone

all lazy and deep from sleep

wrapping a cocoon around me in

the car as rain pattered

softly

sliding down the windshield

while i slowly slipped into your

resonating words on this gray

misty morning parked on the

water's edge

the storm intensifying later

fueling passion laced with

impromtu dance and laughter

frozen forever in memory as

serenity settles

my heart fills with the joy

of a gently whistled tune which

brings with it a glimpse of all

you could offer yet a void of

having missed something

My Dear Friends

Seems like just yesterday we were children

playing in the park.

Day in and day out; together, apart, yet

always within sight.

Scattered and blown about on the wind,

we became parents, workers, volunteers.

Trials and tribulations of life molding

and shaping the adults we've become.

Some of us have come full circle; embracing

the past in order to keep moving forward.

We are wiser, and willing to pass that

knowledge foward.

Did I tell you how glad I am to see you?

Did I tell you that the years only make

your eyes twinkle more?

That your smiles brings great comfort.

And did I take the time to say I love you?

Chanson(for Pix)

He sat up on the mountain
ledge watching the sun set
in a firestorm of tangerine
and red.His throat vibrated
with humming as the last of
the rays faded.

He rose up to his full height,
six feet plus two, and began
to sing his evening song.
The notes echoed off the
canyon walls, then wafted
down to the foothills.

Her day done, she sat beneath
her favorite birch tree by the
river. The sky now soft orange-
red, laced with lavender.
A light breeze blew down from
the mountain, and she waited.

The sound washed over her,
permeating her soul, soothing.
This warrior she had once
glimsped from afar; that this
mellifluous voice could come
out of one such as he!

She didn't know this nightly
ritual of chanson, begun only
a month ago, was the very
result of him spying her.
The evocation brought forth
worthy of her beauty and light.
(c) 2006/sqb

Short & Sweet-But True

Men are about bravado
being studly and all that.

Even when together their
conversations are about

who can best the other-
tangible testosterone.

Women have girlfriends,
need I say more?

© 2005 Susan Britton

Touche'

it was sunning itself
atop the green wall,
transparent skin
mottling to change
and blend

i stood where i was
admiring the spiny
back, hooded eyes,
foot long tail and
thin ruby lips

arrogantly human i
decided to adopt and
name him on the spot
but he was having
none of it

it raised to all fours
spikes challenging,
i dared to blink and the
magnificent creature
was gone

©2006/Susan Britton

Secret Pleasure

He came highly recommended,
magic hands, I was told. I quietly
disrobed and lay on the table
face down, waiting.

"Why are you shaking?", he asked.
"It feels so good", I replied in
complete innocence; his oiled hands
massaging my back with expertise.

Liquid fire coursed through me as his
hands ran over my back again and
again. I damn near vibrated off the
table in pure physical pleasure.

As I dressed I realized that one would
never be enough. I had just become a
massage...addict-wanton. Yes,
next week, same time, please.
© 2006, Susan Britton

Cheek To Cheek

In the hotel we danced to
the band's rendition of
Lady in Red-but I wasn't
wearing.. red.

We met an old, sweet couple
from New Zealand. His name I
don't recall, she had a cane.
Her name too, was Sue.

Odd memories I have of that
night and the old couple when
I hear that song; they bought
our son a coke.

Another night years earlier, we
danced cheek to cheek. Marine
home from deployment, I in silk
and lace. Red, of course.
2006/SB