like a razor

your words cut me like a razor

and I cannot stop the bleeding

tongue etching scars like a laser

your words cut me like a razor

spoken straight without a chaser

your once warm eyes were misleading

your words cut me like a razor

and I cannot stop the bleeding

like the seasons

I waited for you

to arrive like Spring

after Winter has

released its grip

but like the seasons

you never stay long

enough to take root

I can't forget

I can’t forget your eyes

how they always comforted me

no matter how hard I try

your memories will always be

in my heart for eternity

anxiety

she wanted to enjoy

the good times

but anxiety always

had her on edge –

worrying about what

may spoil the moment

so she went through

the motions with a

smile but with cautious

eyes and ears, wide open

for some omen to

suddenly appear

- Written for dVerse Quadrille prompt: Spoiler Alert!

they won't know

a passion forbidden

always too enticing

they wont’ know

we tell ourselves

trysts in darkness

comes to light

shattering our charades

despite all this

we still dance

the forbidden tango

telling ourselves that

they won’t know

- Inspired by Twiglets #102 - they won't know

let this love not be a disaster

let this love

not be a disaster

like crimson wine

on white carpets

or a category

five hurricane

let this love

be a beautiful

summer day

or the perfect

holiday gift

let this love

not be my

ending but

my beginning

- Written for Writers Digest Poetic Aside November 2018 PAD challenge - Day 12: disaster poem

lost and found

I was lost

in a sea

filled with fear

mixed with doom

with no hope

I closed my

eyes praying

for release

I was found

by your arms

gave me hope

once again

wink

when he gazed at me

I felt like the only woman

in the room, despite the

loud chaos surrounding us

in this private conversation

he gave me a simple wink

stealing my breath and heart

away, causing me to fall

over cliffs head first

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #68-Winkle, Winkle, Little Poem and Poetic Aside 2018 November PAD Challenge Day 5: private poem

glorious November

the air was too warm

for the first of November

almost felt like spring

rather than mid-autumn

but I inhaled that glorious

air to savor it before

the return of fall’s chill