Material

Those first few days -
spent in exploration
& discovery - bodies

pressed close - we -
thunderstruck - spoke of love
& loss. I confessed

“I’d marry you in a heart’s
beat” & we glistened
nude in the candlelight.

In my passion I agreed
when he quoted - “’tis better
to have loved & lost…”

(I have since changed my mind.)

I laughed & replied, as
if tomorrow was solid, his arms
would never unwrap me

& loneliness was in the past.
“if nothing else, this should
make for some good poetry.”

And that it has.



~Sabrina

Her Deadly Weapon

Bitch slapped with words,
her fists beg to speak back,
but her arms are weak,
her body frail - her spirit

broken - her very being -
black & blue -
from mere words,
darts, spit at her.

She eats her tongue.
It can become a
deadly weapon -
she refuses to wield.

Until she becomes
too full, and vomits.


~Sabrina

Today:

Breeze brushed shadows pounce,
limbs flow free, roots hold strong.

Blushed horizon darkens.
Quick flash of light. Distant roar.

Unsung dreams swell - white capped
waves slam cliffs fragile.

Salty fresh air swirls, engulfs
bitter winds blown yesterday.

Tomorrow: Sunshine.


~Sabrina