My eyes are red
The red eye flight
Sleepless in Seattle
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Hiding
What you don't see
Hiding amongst the pebbles
And the boulders
Of the tan and khaki
Desert vastness
Are the ones
Who blend in
And rise up
To attack
When you least expect them
Copyright 2009
Debi Rodriguez
Hiding amongst the pebbles
And the boulders
Of the tan and khaki
Desert vastness
Are the ones
Who blend in
And rise up
To attack
When you least expect them
Copyright 2009
Debi Rodriguez
What You Don't See
The desert floor
Looks flat from above
But from below
It holds cracks and crevices
That hide creatures
And critters
Who lurk
Below and beyond
Be careful
Lest you step
Casually
Copyright 2009
Debi Rodriguez
Looks flat from above
But from below
It holds cracks and crevices
That hide creatures
And critters
Who lurk
Below and beyond
Be careful
Lest you step
Casually
Copyright 2009
Debi Rodriguez
The Warming Sun
When the heat warms
And the soul cooks
And the eyes burn
And the tongue becomes parched
I think of you
And pant
And sizzle with the thought
Of holding you
Touching you
Feeling you touching me
Sensing tension
And desire
And love
With no abatement
Copyright 2009
Debi Rodriguez
And the soul cooks
And the eyes burn
And the tongue becomes parched
I think of you
And pant
And sizzle with the thought
Of holding you
Touching you
Feeling you touching me
Sensing tension
And desire
And love
With no abatement
Copyright 2009
Debi Rodriguez
Thursday, March 12, 2009
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