THIN

Where are you
While my life changes?
Teetering from the living and dead
Walking the brink of unknown
Where are you in this darkness
my home.

I cannot see you
nor can I hear
In this dismal expanse of disappear.
I remember though, your taste
your smell.
This is all I have, here in
My hell.

I hold your lightest touch
In my vaulted mind
I hope it is safe there
and doesn't fade
Like the rest of my life.

Parchment thin my skin becomes
Fragile from lack of a touch
As if time peels back layers
Leaving more exposed
My tender nerves
My vacant soul.

Days reap me and leave me raw
Caresses only felt in my illusionistic mind.
If real, would salt my freshest wounds
Poured lemon and crushed rind.

Reverted back to virginal
My thin ivory skin
is becoming transparent after all
Waiting to be broken.

TOMBSTONE

Ageless, timeless, you have been
In the ground no longer seen
For but a stone the sun gleans on
With words and letters written upon
Some say names and dates I found
Not many claim much profound
Struggling to remain unwretched from overgrowth
Surviving storms and seasons both
Decades, centuries later, some may
Walk upon your ancient decay
A name unknown to most is seen
Tho in your day it meant everything.

--Diva

TOPPER

How does one define
strength, pride and refine?
Where do you start
where do you end
when you try to define
balance and sound?
Beauty beyond passionate words
Placed in her life,
Brought to her world.
The equinely mazaratti exists
in the paint Stallion of hers
The genuine gift.
His chest is out his ears perked fine
A long perfect swoosh
in rhythm from his behind.
A lazy bent leg, a relaxed and cool stance
So different from his electric dance.
He is beautiful, kind and strong
He will walk the walk and walk in hand
Willingly allow you to harness his head
Willingly desire for the touch of your hand.
He's thankful for your ride and brush
He knows your love and knows your cuss
But do not forget for one moment in time
First and foremost he is a stallion of fine line.

--Diva

ROSE

She held the soft rose,

That my lover gave.

Cupped in her hands,

Across her young face.



The rose as white,

As her tender skin.

With her nose impaled,

To the fragrant sin.



Back and forth, around her eyes.

So gentle with petals,

Ever precious she tries,

To hold them.
 
--Diva
as published in "A Diva's Forte" by Lulu Publishing

SOFTLY

So softly you look at me


Deep into my soul


You hold me fast


Don’t think you can let go


Don’t step away or back


Hold me closer


See my eyes smolder


Flames of love


Reach for you


Stretch above


To make you warm


But never harm


Your soul.
 
--Diva
as published in "A Diva's Forte" by Lulu Publishing

BLOSSOMS

She has wanted flowers in her hair

Since she was small

Though boys didn’t care.

The only men in her life

When she was small

And life was bright

Was her daddy who held her

Soft and warm

And God above who kept her strong.



And all through the years

She wore flowers in her hair

From boys she met

From places far and near

And pressed them in a book

Kept them close to her heart

So that when they died

They never fell apart.



She was a flower girl in a wedding once

And went to senior prom

Where she danced and danced

And her daddy bought her flowers

The day she made the team

And she picked the perfect ones

For her bouquet in the spring

She pressed each one

From when her son was born

Even kept the ones from friends

When she broke her arm.



The day came when the flowers

In her hair

Fell onto her father in a grave so bare.

Save one for her book, pressed so neat

To keep close to her heart not under her feet.



But her favorite blooms, even now,

Come from God too.

They aren’t picked or wrapped

But are always new…

Occasionally she’ll press them for memories sake

But wears one in her hair

Each day.

--Diva
as published in "A Diva's Child" Lulu Publishing

MISSING

She’ll never find a man

To love her as she needs

There isn’t one, could understand,

Her affections as she breathes.

A man could never reach her

He’ll miss her beauty

And grace she beholds.

Deep within her being it lives.

This part of her soul

He’ll never know.

No, she’ll never find a man

To fulfill her.

One who could fill her needs.

Her mother always held her.

And told her

Be free, forever free.

A man won’t hold her

Like her mama did.

It will never be enough

But she’ll remember

What her mama said

And yearn for her gentle touch

The touch all men have lost.
 
--Diva
as published in "A Diva's Child" Lulu Publishing

WARM DISTANCE

From far away her echoed voice

Seeps deeply into my mind.

Aloft the wind

Tendrils

She sweetly sings

To sunset and higher wings

To me.

-Diva
as published in " A Diva's Child " Lulu Publishing

FADING

She feels

her body

coming

Then come

into its own.

As quickly

it subsides

she feels

moving

her passion.

--Diva