Withdrawn

This month is normally my busiest yet I have chosen to hide away making myself unreachable. Still I focus on today, what's in front of me and nothing more.
Perhaps it isn't the way of the world but oh well and yes everything after but, is what it is. The waves finally stopped coming last night and today I have no idea what the last ones said because I continued to delete them. Verbal abuse can cut right through you when you let it. My ex husband said he hated my curly hair, didn't like the color of my eyes and wished I were a little taller. All those things about me that were natural and made me who and what I am. The bruises went away yet those words never did, obviously. Getting over it isn't an option since I have never been enough instead I am only good enough for the moment or moments. Being enough is a sign of true, sincere love.

I was invited to participate later this month at a function at Woodlawn Lake which I had agreed to some months ago. The part of the lake the event is at is special to me which is why I said yes in the first place and now for the same reason I am withdrawing myself from this event. There is no going back. Here is my contribution to the event which is one of the poems that will be published in my next book by Pecan Grove Press.

SPONTANEOUSLY PLANNED

I could have danced

Across the pond with you, Last night

Rooted fingers reaching into water’s edge

Below us

As we hovered gracefully

Between the roots and darkened canopies

Of the elder cypress

The trees who know our secrets

Upholding photographic images

Lost into a scene of passion

Where time is collecting desire

A backdrop of a watercolor sunset

As wanting lovers kissed away the time

Slowly falling into nightfall

Penetrating eyes seeking nothing

Yet seeking everything in sight

Lips locked tightly

Over and over again

Making the earth stand still

Our eyes met somewhere in the middle

Of the roaring fire of lust

You were there

And I was there

Turning the page to more desire

Your fingers combing through my hair

While tasting my skin with yours

Anxiety embracing us both

While our thoughts lay naked in bed

Imagine my hair caressing your skin

As your hands flatter my lust

My lips still taste of your skin

Anxiously awaiting temptation

To spontaneously combust this heated longing

A craving reaching deep beyond intense

The tree feeling the brunt of passion

Bodies pressed up against its healthy spine

Learning the secrets of vigorous thoughts

Immersed between the sheets of desire

Of unfulfilled lust

That is

Until

We meet again