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My Holiday Card to YOU.
Will you remember?
Will you remember making love by candle light,
when the only thing glowing, wasnt the candles?
Will you remember the warmth that was between us,
when the fire to be lit was named desire?
Will you remember the times that my cold nose touched your skin,
you jumped and i giggled.
Will you remember my love for you?
Will you remember my love?
Will you remember?
©8/99 Elizabeth Wolfe
Unsaid
So many questions left unanswered
So many answers left unheard
So many tears cried silently
So many sighs not turned into words
For i held all your answers
See it was my tears that were shed
My sighs held the words in
Answers held as we crept from the bed
You never knew my feelings to the questions
You never knew the answers in my head
You never knew the tears i cried
The words were better left
Unsaid.
©12/98 Elizabeth Wolfe
~Nakedness~
Why wont you let me touch you?
I dont mean your body I mean your soul.
Why do you keep yourself hidden from my eyes
when my heart wants to know so much more?
Why do you think the flesh is the only thing
in me that needs satisfaction?
When in reality its the soul of you I want to touch.
We can lay in this bed, and make loving motions
until the moon flails
but would satisfaction be any closer to you then it would be to me?
No!
We could cause heat and desire to waft around the room
and feel the craving for release.
But would it really be?
No!
It would be a wordy game.
A touch is only a physical need
but the need for an emotional release
would be heaven sent to my eyes.
Here I stand naked in your sight.
I see in your nakedness your desire.
What does it accomplish besides hard places
and day dreams?
What does it produce besides a desire for more?
If I stand naked before you now,
what do you see?
Me or the fantasy?
Here I stand naked in your sight.
You without a need for a shirt and tie.
What do you need?
The thought of my caress on your open flesh,
the desire of my lips
upon your skin, causing goose pimples.
The wake of flooding emotions
or the intensity of my soul.
I am all of these.
I am the lust you feel.
I am the desire for the search.
I am the love of your life,
your dear one,
your crave for the caress.
I am the flood of emotion.
the tear you shed when we are through.
I am the heart and soul
But mostly,
I am just nakedness to you.
©2/99 Elizabeth Wolfe
A Face In The Shallows.
I swore I saw a face,
just the same as yours or mine.
Wavering in the shallows
it looked so very kind.
When I looked again
the face had changed its way.
It was no longer kindly,
in fact it said stay away.
So i did just exactly
what it needed me to do.
I was amazed to learn
the face in the shallows
belonged to you.
©6/99 Elizabeth Wolfe
Her
Something in the
fluid movement of her dress
made him think of her.
Not knowing quite if it
was the light that shown through,
giving shape to her
body form under,
but his mind wandered
to her from time to time.
Like sun glinting on a pond,
or the way the snowflakes
run in the wind,
this is the power
she had over him.
He never knew what it was.
The first day
that they met she was
unseen to anyone but him.
The apple of his eye,
the wave of love
his heart felt by just
a glance into memory.
Out of that cozy feeling of warm socks
and blazing fires it would come.
He would just sit mesmerized
staring off into the fire
watching as the sparks flew.
The warm amber met him
like a good liquor on a cold evening.
In the summers
his mind would wander
to sheer cotton on the line,
the smell of honeysuckle
budding and her.
The vastness of her.
The scent that floated up
like angels and ghosts
that were left to haunt
even far past their time.
Yes this is what would
draw him.
His thoughts.
His mind.
Her.
©5/99 Elizabeth Wolfe
Cruising
I remember her hair blowing in the wind
as we cruised down the hi-way,
blowing straight out behind us like an auburn banner.
The smile on her face as we flew and never left the ground.
How beautiful she was.
Long legs and short shorts, oh yes the legs went on for
an eternity but that was not her beauty.
Her beauty was in her eyes.
Green as the shallow oceans
but as deep a blue ive never seen.
If you looked you would see your soul in them.
There is where you were captured.
If you could listen to her mind
you would hear the sweetness of her heart
and the constant roar of the Harley
that was in her blood.
©5/99 Elizabeth Wolfe
Just my cup of tea.
A pleasant blend in a silver ball
a pleasant blend to take care of it all,
a blend of blossoms to make a tea.
Chamomile and passionflowers for me.
A peppermint makes a tasty brew,
a tangy lemon for the palette too.
Then add a beebalm to make it sweet
that would create a tasty treat.
Just my cup of tea you see
a tasty combination just for me.
A poltice to treat a bump,
a medicine cabinet in a cup.
A tickly throat you need to soothe
tangled hair you want to smooth
go to the garden pick a few
they are all growing there for you.
©7/5/98 Elizabeth Wolfe
Tea and Sarcasm
(no sympathy please)
Try a cup of tea my dear she said in her sweetest tone,
in the while i had spent with her the emotions they did grow
but never did i realize that she couldnt wait to be alone
until the tea and sympathy were to be her only tone.
Come and sit she would say stay for sarnies and tea
but little did i realize that her sympathies weren't for me.
Her waiting hours she would sit and rock a while,
in the hours that she spent she had forgotten how to smile.
So in her tone of lovingness a faint sarcasm grew
until the tone had changed altogether it was born anew.
Try a cup of tea my dear she said in her sweetest tone
but never did i realize that she couldnt wait to be alone.
©1/99 Elizabeth Wolfe
Threads Of Deceit
You weave such a beautiful web my dear
Such fine threads of deceit.
You've learned to smile so gracefully
Yet lie so well through your teeth.
©11/22/98 Elizabeth Wolfe
The Watcher
I knew he was watching as I walked,
so i just did what he wanted.
nothing
I bent to pick the flowers by the walk,
rubbed a few on my skin and put a few in my hair
and gave myself half a smile.
Yes I knew he was watching as I came to the pond
and slowly untied the ties at the shoulders of my
sun dress and let it slip to the ground gently.
I knew he was watching as I slipped into the water
and covered myself
little did he know I was watching too.
©6/99 Elizabeth Wolfe
Naked
He knew his eyes touched her like hands
caressing the fine edges of her soul
as she stood naked for him to see.
That is the way he liked her best,
Naked.
Her nakedness had nothing to do
with sheltering her flesh
and everything to do with letting him
see the soul she was.
She wondered if the person she was
scared and maddened him at times. She knew his
nakedness scared her, even though
she had seen naked men before.
©6/99 Elizabeth Wolfe
Because Baby Im Without You
Here I set with drink in hand
cigarette lit and smoldering
knowing of the damage I do.
But I dont care.
Because baby I'm without you.
A martini would calm me
the way you use to.
A margarita would give a jump start
but with out you honey
and this remains true
nothing means anything.
Because baby I'm without you.
Because I'm without you.
So ply me with liquor
they say that its quicker.
I wont remember a thing
but in my heart I'll know.
Because baby im without you.
So buy me a brandy
a box of rock candy
a slipper to sip the champagne.
I'll set you on fire
I'll cure your desire
but you have to know.
Because baby I'm without you.
Because baby I'm without you.
Without you I'll be fine,
like once upon a time.
I'll go on just like nothings new
but you will know too.
Because baby I'm without you.
So lets just play
the games that lovers play.
We'll stay up and touch away the night.
Come be by my side
just until the morning light.
Then once again alone I'll be.
Because baby I'm without you.
Because baby I'm without you.
©3/99 Elizabeth Wolfe
Ghosts Of Trivial Pursuits
Laying in the bed
with his breath hot against me,
I yearned for the moment to never stop
knowing that it would
and I would sleep in this bed alone
not in his arms as I wanted so badly.
I let him go for my good as well as his.
In his mind someplace
it was okay to lay with me
till all hours of the dawn,
but not sleep.
It would only make it real.
Something his mind couldnt handle,
something that his soul found dirty
and cheap to find himself so totally
wrapped in the here and now.
Now everytime he sleeps
he will see visions
of getting up and walking out silently
as not to wake me from my slumber,
but I wasnt asleep.
My eyes closed so he would leave
as he meant to in the beginning.
I knew his love wasn't real but mine was.
To let him go caused
a hole in my heart that
time would only heal.
I let him go anyway.
I dont know if it was to see him leave
or to know I had done the right thing.
Now he has a heart
with the stone of regret tied to it,
something I never wanted him to carry.
©5/99 Elizabeth Wolfe
Spark
My fantasy was taken away the day I met you.
The spark was so great that it caused a wild fire
that burned out every circuit.
The lights havent been on since.
I dont know if the reality was so over whelming
or that it didnt match the expectation.
Life without you is unbearable.
Life with you would be worse.
Damn that spark!
©9/99 Elizabeth Wolfe
Silenced
When I need to scream
because I can find no other expression
will you cover your ears to silence my mind?
©12/99 Elizabeth Wolfe
