Jasmine

Mother always protected
Poor Jasmine and her locks
As a child, easy to contain
With books and dolls and pretty frocks.
As a teenager, Jasmine was vain
Always in front of the mirror,
Brush in hand,
Taking care of those beautiful locks.

One day, looking past the crowd,
Jasmine spies enigmatic dark eyes
Hiding under an even darker shroud.
Using her spies,
She learns of his name
Intrigue turns into crush
Learning he was just as vain.

Passing notes back and forth,
Love blossoms for the two youth.
He attempts to court,
knocking at her door.

Mother answers and slams it shut,
not wanting to believe her beloved was grown.
Poor Jasmine is cut
from ever knowing if her love could be sewn.

Jasmine’s heart hardens,
she turns emboldens.

As the night flower blooms,
the air heady with romance,
the dark haired beauty walks out of her room,
forgetting to turn off the lamp
nor saying goodbye to Mother or me.

It’s said that on certain summer nights,
When the flowers bloom
You’ll be greeted by such a site
Of a girl with long black hair
And slender white limbs
So pretty and fair,
Lingering among the flowers,
A sad smile on her face.

Bodies in Motion: A Double Dose of Prose

I

Eyes locking across the room
beckoning with one slow smile
bodies joining
heat rising
silk slides off
lace merges with satin
tumbling
falling
breath catching
sighing
limbs interlacing
eyes rolling back
overcoming scent
a burst
sudden silence
lazy laughter
desiring more
never fully sated.

~

II

It's all in the way you move
which fills me up
slows me down
never ending
creating that heat
we're craving
in one second
unifiying.

© Copyright 2007 Kathleen M. Wehrstedt. All rights reserved

In out

I press my face against the glass
I feel the coolness fade as my breath touches it.
In out in out in out in
I hold it this time wanting the last of the coolness to exist......out
I watch you walk down the street and my breath comes faster.
In out in out in out in out in
You catch me watching you. You stare at me.
I press first my hand, then body, then my mouth against the glass.....out
My skin has taken on a life of it's own.
The thought of you touching me has it breathing
In out in out in out in
You break our stare and begin to walk away again.
All I can do is watch you walk.......out

To Him

When I see you it reminds me of everything that we could have been. I have loved you forever and it took you forever to realize you feel the same and yet we remain apart. Our timing has always been off, maybe there is a reason for that. It doesn’t make the hurt any less, the longing I have had for you is still here and I don’t think even time can change that. I miss you more than you will ever know, and I will love you always!

Breath

I can't stand this.
I am spinning wondering which round hole my square peg fits into.
I want to be.....I want to be.....
I want.
Never fulfilled, scared to try.
Tired of being who I am.
Tired of not knowing who I am.
Tired of wondering if this is who I am.
Tired of......being tired.
Laughing makes it better.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Did you laugh with me....or at me?
Face the world. Happy face to mask the tears.
I feel so deeply yet I am completely shallow.
I can't stand this.
I am spinning wondering which round hole my square peg fits into.
I want to be.....I want to be.....
I want.......to breath.

It Stings

Always running.
Always searching.
Never finding. Truly.

I saw you.
High speed connection.
It was real. To me.

Told you my secrets.
My fears.
My dreams.
Gave you my trust.
I was dumb.

And I cried.
I thought you cared.
You reached out.
I thought you would wipe my tears.
Instead you slapped me.
Turned your back on me.

No explanation.
No reason.
No good bye.
No nothing.
Just an empty space where you were.

I hate you.

It Stings.

For you

Soon you will break me, which I assume was the plan all along!
You will push me until the point that my spirit is all gone.
Why is it like this, why is it so?
You couldn't believe me, you never let us grow.
I couldn't say anything to make you believe and now you say you trust me,
just as I am ready to leave.
When I told you I loved you, I thought that you knew,
I would have never said it if it wasn't true.
Always blaming and pointing the finger at me,
I can't live like this, and if it doesn't stop, it is me you will truly miss.
I can't be someone I am not,
always being held down,
I tell you this so you won't wonder why when you don't have me around.
Your little shows of affection and the things that you do,
are not to show you care but are a way to say I control you.
You are always suspicious and no matter what I am wrong,
so please understand when you look around and I am gone.