The gulf grows wider
as she waits for an apology
he doesn’t know is needed.
poem- gulf October 4, 2015
The gulf grows wider
as she waits for an apology
he doesn’t know is needed.
poem- just October 3, 2015
Dude,
She’s just looking for a bit of empathy,
a wrap around her shoulders whisper in her ear,
“It’ll be okay. It’s you and me together, babe” moment.
She’s just hoping for a show of affection,
a finger trailing up her arm shooting sparks,
a kiss held for long enough to know you mean it.
She’s just waiting for you to come back
from wherever it is you’ve been wandering,
just wishing for you,
so don’t call her unreasonable, dude.
Her disappointment is justified.
poem-washing September 26, 2015
The dishwasher hums with cyclical rhythm
and somewhere your feet are pumping at the same cadence
returning to me.
Water sloshes around the sealed box, cleaning,
and somewhere you are salty with wet, sipping Gater-aid
to get through kilometer eighty.
The kitchen dishes are washing
your pedals are turning
and I am waiting for your salty kisses.
poem-tracing August 26, 2015
I trace the lean lines of hardened calves,
lingering within the valleys of those rocky quads,
loosening the tension with gentle pressure against
each muscle bulwark of firing fuel..
After another 100k you’re salty sweet and taut.
I push knuckles deep into the tight pockets
of your lower back and listen for your groan,
prepare you for another ride.
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My husband is a long distance cyclist who rides about 500 km each week for fun. He is extraordinarily fit. 🙂  (If I had to ride 500 km a week, I’d call it torture, but that’s just me).
poem- touched August 24, 2015
One finger tracing
One hand resting
Two hands kneading
Two arms embracing
Four lips brushing
I’m touched
poem-down August 22, 2015
I’m upside down
and it makes me dizzy
how so many years later
you can still do this to me.
I’m upside down
inside out and backwards
breathing like I’ve run a marathon
like you’ve decrypted my password.
I’m upside down
like I’m on a circus trapeze
another day with you, our love
is full of moments like these.
poem- haunted August 21, 2015
I have seen her haunted eyes.
You might have believed you’d fooled the world,
but her sad brown eyes told the story long before
your confession.
poem-coming home August 19, 2015
Leaving now
Drive safely
@ Olds
@Â work
@ Golden
2:45 TO GO!
Sicamous! Count down to ravishing you!
21 mins………….
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.
..
^ Real texts, those. It makes for an unconventional love poem.  🙂 The best part about being away is coming home to the one you love and leaping into his arms!  I’ve been leaping enthusiastically into those arms for more than half my life.  ((((sigh)))) Â
poem- new August 8, 2015
Your touch
peels off the layers
and leaves me new.
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(This is a sunburn poem, but don’t tell anyone. It sounds so much more romantic if you don’t know!)
poem-hither? July 23, 2015
Overheard:
She wasn’t wearing her come-hither garment?
That was his excuse?
Perhaps he should wear his come-hither garment,
it’s not like she doesn’t ask him to all the time.
(Oh dear. For lack of garment, neither he nor she is coming-hither!)
Shawn L. Bird 