Shivers

Up my spine. Are

You thinking of me now?

Dreaming of my kiss or my touch?

Longing

Fiona Lohrbacher
Nude Reclining

HNT-59

Yes, I am still writing bad poetry... As Thera is still working on a poetry project I have concentrated on cinquains.. as that was the poem form she had the most trouble with... God help me when she gets older and works herself up to Petrarchan sonnets...

Fingers
In my soft hair
Sliding up and down. Your
Body as I mark you with flames
Of silk

More poetry

The scent
Lingering on
My body. Your musky
spice mingled with mine. Redolent
of heat




Sorry I can't find the info on this painting but I have narrowed it down to Caravaggio or Goya...

Sexy Cinquain

Deep dark

Bodies touch soft

Skin on skin, arms hold tight

Yielding flesh, burning with desire

Consumed

Enemy Fat
ca. 1930
Romaine Brooks
Smithsonian American Art Museum

From the Mouths of Babes

Here is the poem that my daughter wrote me for Christmas:

Lie is full of risks.
Take all of them.
Or as much as you can.
If you don't take them,
You will regret it.

So take a chance.
Live your life as you want.
Or regret your life.
Take the risk.
Live your life now!

Sometimes that girl is so insightfull that it scares me.

Of course, this just made me miserable the rest of the day and got me into trouble when I refused to let go of a wrong done to me later on...

Sigh.