Women in Love
Wild Rose Cherry
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in poetry by Wild Rose Cherry are her slim volumes, Bound,
The Trance of Living,
from her series, Poetry
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Sound of Sandals
of the Lovers
Sound of Sandals
open the portal to hell,
Johanne looks up from my desk;
last sip has the grit of grounds,
morning coffee now ruined.
want to say, “Sorry, folks,
brought my happiness from home,
tardy, deliriously tardy,
hours of the doldrums over,
wonder what the streets will tell me;
it's been a hard day,
man offers with a tired limp.
busy day at work,
lady at the lights sighs.
I was good for their profits,
banker smirks unconsciously.
around me, the strain of the day
heated minds seek reprieve,
battered bodies look forward
inadequate rest – but rest,
of this is what it seems to be -
I like to say pointedly,
exactly what it looks like,
those still sighted in this world.
all the suffering in this dream
by the power of love?
would put the demons of hell itself
against the power of your love,
the canopy, I hear you,
down the hall, then I see you,
the gauze, a vision of beauty.
heard you coming my way, I think,
my preoccupied life, though I admit,
one childish time before we met,
thought your name was Heaven.
of the Lovers
of rapturous prayer
the holder of the secret,
us have a revolution,
here in this bouncy bed.
rather our pulsing bodies
a momentary orbit
this world lacking in love,
spend all time in paradise,
a foolish old man who hates,
is there only in a dream.
I find my strength,
tell you how I feel?
are the painting,
me be the canvas -
only others saw
when they look at me.
blossom, trite cliche,
you well, when I can
see desert 'round me -
Goddess of the spring,
from the ground,
me from a cauldron
passion that you bring.
only I had the strength,
would know what you mean,
you are and must be,
me, your lover,
are somewhat more than my current lover,
like the amps at a rock concert,
my capacitors, till they just blow all over you,
us both singed by the power of the love I feel.
laugh so cleverly at my clumsy jokes,
tickle my fancy with subtle poses;
you hold your chest just so, so -
could faint for the beauty you bring to my world.
know I might be a notch on your soul,
you'll carry me away in your memory;
your belongings won't disappear,
we'll see a day yet when we marry.
my love, a decision will be made -
look down at me on bended knee,
the ring in a light so dazzling,
you will transform, or you will bolt.
warned me that you're a heart breaker,
sort of lover that never goes away,
long after you silently leave my abode.
to me one more night, and you'll gladly stay.
throw myself around you like a vice,
out your breaths, making you say it -
yes! You'll scream at the sight of the ring,
tables turned, you'll be the little bird in my palm.
least, let me dream that you can truly be mine,
my hope dims each time you say goodbye -
a word you have said to many others -
feel the electricity around me when you return.
tears you see flowing,
once snow in a cold heart.
I love you knowing,
we will someday part.
teacher such as I -
A student such as you -
wait until you fly,
the price is due.
holds the journal pen?
will first depart?
stronger will tell when -
she melted my heart.
have our ritual:
always nod assent,
make the bedroom rule -
work for me till spent.
must keep our silence -
for what I teach best,
for the sixth sense
gained since being possessed.
scents, feelings grip me
you've been under my wing;
never knew I would be free,
this bird could only sing.