my love surrounds you
gentle misty showers
drizzle my full heart
dampen unyielding ideas
soften rigid ways
Cupid treads lightly
blending in among people.
No cherub cheeks and angel wings
for this god.
His slender build and youthful swagger,
Warned by Venus not to shoot his love arrows
his pride insists on moderation.
Teens are seen holding hands,
eyeing each other.
Wrapped in flighty arms of youthful desire.
inflamed hearts oblivious to their surroundings.
He smiles knowingly.
He sees harried mothers toting hollering tots,
haggard fathers lugging heavy brief cases.
He scans politicians, preachers,
homeless, and actors.
Cupid continues his search.
Waiting for the perfect specimen to sting
with his magical love bite,
wanting to make
his mother proud.
A blow takes her breath away
knock your socks off fierce
as she clings to spidery webbed ropes of understanding
She clings to her hopes and desires
passions burning within
her drive to move forward and conquer
all past mistakes
spinning on sticky web of illusion
Gate keepers leap to protect her
promises of harmony and calm
center of their focus
they are quickly restrained by Michael and Morgan
also watching the events unfold
The young woman has chosen
of her own free will
to undergo a challenge, see what her determination
she alone has to fight her demons
past and present
long past due date
becoming something else
Great distress rises amidst the peace loving
keepers of the gate
The maiden squeezes her eyes shut
squeezes her legs
no entry allowed
squeezes against time
no penetrating thoughts to break barrier
she clings to spidery thread of inner strength
A halo appears behind her closed eyes
lifting her up out of herself
she is on a shifting course
up and down
desire to be on top
her mind still weaves
dodges on wobbly legs
spinning threads to
outwit, outlast, and outsmart her fears
A storm is brewing
dark clouds swirl
eddies in the sky
ominous portent of danger
Morgan and Michael stand on a hilltop
Morgan’s long hair billows
her face a picture of steely determination
Michael stands tall beside her
resolve on his face unmistakable
his sword tip down to the ground
hand on hilt
the blade flashes and gleams
reflecting lightening energy flashes
Their presence calms
those who have heard
the enemy horn
call to war
I want to say no
but I can’t
I am determined to resist this time
to walk away
go into the other room.
I give myself a pep talk and understand all the reasons
why I must say no.
Anything else I can do
but this – why is it so difficult?
Not this time!
I will be strong
I will be fierce
I know I can do this!
Yet when the chocolates
are placed before me
my will crumbles…
I eat the entire bowlful!