#WriteFree365 – Day 70: Turn Your Lights Down Low

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(Ten consecutive weeks of writing.  I’m still amazed by it all.  Anyway, more Bob.  Day 70…)

I want to give you some love…

We have enough light
The moon is glistening off your skin
Jealous that the Sun is off work to enjoy you.
Today, the day seemed like forever
As if I’d never get to you
But I’m here
You’re beautiful
And wanting to wear sunshine inside and out

Sunrise crawls up your body
Noontime missionary at midnight
Sweat until we melt into a horizon.
And dim into the satisfaction of darkness.

#WriteFree365 – Day 65: Is This Love?

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(Another one of my favorite songs.  It’s just so passionate.  I used the original from Mr. Marley, but this cover by Allen Stone using Corrine Bailey Rae’s version is marvelous. Day 65…)

I’m willing and able, so I lay my cards on the table..

Why is it
That when she saunters across my mind
I feel her footsteps in my soul?
Something about her presence leaves imprints as proof she’s been here
They turn into proof that she’s been here before I heard her heels clicking down the halls.

She seems to be more cunning than others
Thieves have tried entry many times
Yet they trigger every alarm and motion detector
Then are quickly removed from the premises.

What stranger is so strange that she isn’t trespassing on new property?
Where are my booby traps?
The arrows and swinging axes designed to keep out the best trained burglars
Her smile is the override for my security system
And my guard has been lowered.

Why her?
Why does my eternity want her signature?
Why do I want our paths to join and then spend that forever wondering what brought her to me?

I want to know.
I already know.

#WriteFree365 – Day 37: Waiting In Vain

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(I’m not sure if I’ve reached the point where repetition has made writing a habit. I sure hope so.  Anyway, honoring Robert Nesta Marley for Day 37…)

Happy Birthday, King.

The saying goes
“Patience is a virtue.”
While that adage, standing alone, is true
How long is too long to wait?

The line between hope and foolishness has been blurred
Pulled into a coil by your beckoning finger.
Strung along my limbs
I don’t move without your tug.
I still haven’t learned your gravity pulls me to a lifeless planet

Wasted time has been disguised as surplus
Spending more than I have
For something I’m not sure I need
When did your love become available in department stores?
Why did I believe layaway was a viable option for mine?

Promises are solid
Yours is the edge of a cliff
A stable place to stare into the horizon
For the ship with your care on it
This journey across oceans made into
“Be back soon”
By hope
Hope sure has a big ego.