Friday, December 12, 2014


There are days when I feel so restless,
Can't stop thinking about your sweet lips.
Can't stop wishing,
When my hand carelessly brushes against my own body,
That it is your hand.
I touch my lips,
And wish they were touching you.
I close my eyes,
And image your chest pressed against my back.
My mind is useless,
Totally preoccupied with my desire for you.
I blush when other people talk to me,
Worried that they will know what I'm really thinking.
There is only one thing that will pull me out of this funk:
I need you now.

Monday, November 10, 2014


Sometimes I feel very weak,
I wish I could be strong all the time.
I wish I was as independent as my stubborn temperament would like.
But there are times when my heart feels very vulnerable.
There are times when I need...

Even though every part of my brain will tell me to buck up,
Stick my chin up and be independently awesome.
My gut, my heart, says I am hopelessly dependent.
Why do I identify the part of me that is able to admit I need other people as weak?
Why do I consider my self-sufficient side as powerful?

It seems messed up when I word it that way,
But so does waiting on Superman.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014


I awaken
Suddenly I'm hit with sensations
I'm aware of my soft sheets
The way my firm mattress cradles my body,
The way my warm blankets shield me from the morning chill
The way the man I love lays close beside me,
I just need to take a moment,
To embrace the sensations of another day of life.
Suddenly shaving doesn't seem so important.
Snooze button.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Beautiful Chaos

Last night I painted a picture.
As I started to glide my brush,
I had ever intention of making an exact replica of the photo I was looking at.
Quickly my hands took over,
Blending light strokes of different colors,
The way I always paint everything- impressionistically.
When I was done.
I stood back and was surprised by the work I did.
Almost feeling like I had not done it myself.
My hands had taken over,
The brush, the paints took control of the work.
Sometimes giving yourself up to the chaos,
Is what creates the most beautiful parts of life.

Friday, September 5, 2014

Watching you bloom

In the early hours of the morning,
I am about to leave for the day,
Before anyone else  in the house is out of bed.
As I button my shirt,
I watch my daughter open the door to the bedroom and climb in bed with her daddy,
She pulls her blanket up to her cheek.
Then with a devilish smiles she declares,
"Go away mommy!" and giggles.
She makes me laugh as I kiss her head and say goodbye.
As I leave I smile at the precocious little girl I'm raising.
She's so smart and funny.
My son and daughter often fill me with awe in this way.
Being a mother I get to watch their personalities slowly bloom.
It's magical and scary sometimes,
But mostly it fills my heart with joy.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Those things you did

Those things you did to me last night...
Shook me to my core.
Just the memory of it,
Makes me blush with excitement,
Sigh with renewed desire.
And I can't even look in your eyes,
Because I'm certain you'll find out,
About the things you did to me last night...
In my dream.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Can't Sleep

So here I lay restless in bed,
The bed as empty as I feel in this moment.

I can’t even understand what I am feeling.

So I impatiently compose in my head what I could do differently.

What choices I could I have changed?
What words could be said that would fix everything?
Tonight I have no answers.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Happy Anniversary

I've become a student
of your morning faces,
your thoughtful pauses,
your simple good-byes.

I'm a learned pupil
of the shape of your hand,
the rhythm of your breathing,
the voice in your smile.

And I could write volumes
of the pictures in your eyes,
the depth of your throat,
the topology of your flesh.

Yet still
You surprise me.

**Originally written in 2004... still true today.**

Thursday, July 3, 2014


You make me want to be ridiculously irresponsible.

Those eyes pull it out of me.

That voice makes me forget all sensibility.

You stir up something animalistic in me.

I can’t concentrate or think logically,

Beyond figuring out how to have you.

I am normally so practical,

So what is it about you that makes me lose my control?

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

You... my family

I have always been grateful for the amazing gift I was given...
You... my family.
Two parents, crazy in love.
Two strong, assertive sisters.
Uncles and aunts who know how to laugh.
Grandparents who know how the world works.
Only recently have I really known how rare a gift it is:
Solid family.
It's a gift I hope to give my children.
As comforting as chicken soup,
As forgiving as a safety net,
As rich as history itself.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014


Sometimes unspoken words are stronger.
I'm not sure what you mean,
but it is making my imagination run wild.
And that smile makes me wonder about your hidden intentions.
Maybe it's nothing,
but when you looked at me just now...
I felt it from my toes straight up my legs.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

When you wake from your nap

When you wake from your nap,
Cheeks pink and warm,
Blue eyes wide.
Completely refreshed.
Ready to take on a million adventures.
You stand up as tall as possible,
And declare something inexplicable,
With so much passion.
I can tell you've been waiting, to share it with me.
Hello, Beautiful Girl!