VR Cowboy

One tall drink of water on a hot Texas day,
Calm and cool with a smile on his face,
He tipped his hat and said “maam”.
Fair parched for days, she drunk him in with a languid gaze.
Constantly, a series of smilies ensued and words formed,
She with her blushes, he with his.
So much broad smiling and laughing her face was flushed a soft happy peach
While fingers flew with hearts fast beating
Constantly she opened further, caution to the wind
He stood there tall and lean in his virtuality, she stood poised in hers.
He asked and she answered in realizations without her preferred ruminations.
And the cowboy, cool and calm, hat tipped back, laughed.
She had no chance against that VR cowboy
With smiles like the sun reflecting an absence of color in the depths of sky blues eyes.
He had no chance against that girl in glasses and ink stained skin.

II. Little voice
Friday fades into a wine blushed haze as the little girl heart cries confusion and confession. Mouth pressing tight and warm into her bears, the words are small and deep. “This is some crazy fucked up shit.” And she lets go her control and opens up to vulnerability and allowance.

Days have passed shamelessly in bright smiles as if something real this way were coming. Yet when the work of possibilities collide to take their turn, they are no longer choice or chance but pallas (the spear of) fate and kismet no longer kissing ego or id.

Thinking 90mph about 8 different things that distract me when I cross the street and then a kiss that stops it all and my mind goes blank and the words won't form.

Soft happy peach slips into a brand new groove as sleep brings dreams of an emotion in shades of the absence of color. She blushes and smiles in validation.

I
Penguino sat atop a cliff looking out o’er the valley low
“If only I could fly”
His gaze wandered to the eagles next
The soaring and diving, "oh……”

II
Your eyes don’t
Smile anymore
And it seems
All my life was a dream
I shy sometimes at choices made
But move along into the next day.

III
When I was a child
I cried
Deeply into the night.
Your face came to me
Sweet and softly,
Indistinct.
Your voice wooed me
Calm, cool, succinct.
Your hands touched me
In passions longing
Of flesh.
Your lips kissed me
Wet and burning
All in the dreams
Of a shy girl’s
Yearning.

IV
Flattery of a pet name
So far from the truth it is sweet,
The way it makes me feel flustered.

I
Sometimes odd families form
From friendships made.
And to my motley crew,
Know I am happy.

II
Shades of gray turn pale
At the twist of a hip
And the quiver of a lip.

III
The road has been long – arduous.
I have faltered in step – briefly.
And the forms are coming clearly.
And I know who I am.

IV
I sat staring about, looking for naught
Then a fish swam by, gave me the eye,
And I fell in the creek, laughing.