Bodega Highway

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I woke up early to get out there We met at the scenic overlook, just north of Bodega. It was a little more than a wide spot on Highway 1. It was a cool morning. The fog wasn’t really there. This was more of a mist. I was hoping it would all burn off by noon. I had only thrown a Mexican poncho over my swimsuit. The verdict was still out on whether that was a wise decision.

I was sitting on the hood of my old, beat up Volkswagen. She had seen better days, but we took care of each other. I loved being out here. A lot has been written about the ocean, but I have never read anything that comes close to what I experience. Life slowed to a manageable pace out here. It was peaceful and rejuvenating.

“You look cold.”

“I’ll be okay. The sun will come out eventually.” I adjusted my sunglasses atop my head, keeping my hair out of my face.

“Here, have some of this.” She handed me a capful of coffee from her thermos.

“Thanks.” It felt good going down my insides, warming me a bit.

“You’re welcome. Thanks for meeting me.”

“Always.”

“How did you ever become the wise one?”

“I don’t know.” I blushed, fiddling with my keychain.

“I never would have guessed this growing up.”

“Me neither.”

We sat there talking about our current lives and the complications in them. We shared coffee. When we left, both of our souls felt right with the world. The sun did come out that day. It always does.

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Within The Redefining Of Desire

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Within the redefining of desire
Subtle notes of evening’s confines
The heat of the heart’s pure fire
Nothing but love could ever outshine
Unsnapped garters; my secret delusions
I’m forever lost within her brassiere
Butterflies & their innocent intrusions
Each step closer I approach without fear
Her blush blooming from skin so ashen
Coaxed her vigor with her bodice on the floor
Abandoned all reason, condoning reckless passion
I promise a vouchsafed love forever & more

Can You Tell How I Feel About You

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Can you tell how I feel about you
These sex rhymes infecting my brain
I can’t focus on anything else, Lady
I admit I objectify you with all that remains
Your beauty confuses my neurons
It doesn’t help when you begin to wink
I begin to stutter, my words useless
I blush; no longer any hope to think