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Wondrous Beauty

by

Laurie Richardson

Ah, the silence
I think to myself
as my toes curl down
into soft, rich soil

It sooths me

I poke gingerly
at the campfire
the aroma of open fire
and cooking steaks

It intoxicates me

A sudden puff of air
it's redolent and flavored
moist from the river below
cooling the air around me

It refreshes me

Looking up I breath deep
the sun-dappled trees
sway and mingle above me
arching like a cathedral

It inspires me

I look to the water
the setting sun casting upon it
swirls and waves become gold
then meld back into hues of blue and green

It fascinates me

Then I watch as a Heron
gracefully swoops in
barely touching the surface it seems
then rises again, it's meal caught

It amazes me

I drink in everything
the greens, browns, the colors of nature
surrounded by such a masterpiece
I stare in awe and appreciation

It humbles me

East

by

Laurie Richardson

Crystalline flakes fall
Peppering down, onto my lashes
Cold fire landing on my blazoned cheeks
Chaffing the wind-livened redness

No reason to shiver as I face East
A driving blast of soul-cutting wind
sluices around me, fingers beckoning
I'm here...come to me.

Biting tears sprout from my eyes
From the cold, from the emotion
They burn, falling with gravity
Turning from pain into beauty

A shimmering drop hangs precariously
Wavering on my chin
Caught between liquid and solid
Then filling with the rainbow it falls

A prism dance follows
Refractions, reflections burst forwards
In this single fluid fall
And in an instant, fragments

The single drop crystallizes,
A glittering diamond of my pain,
Every facet revealed, revered;
It catches on the Eastern wind.

Ever Green

by

Laurie Richardson

Prickly fronds hang
like lace
laden with new-fallen snow
Cedar pods frosted
God's home-made ornaments
dip and sway
in Winter's breeze

A sudden gust
blue-hued Pine
speckled, bedecked
with crystalline flakes

that shudder and crumble
leaving their temporary berth
to gently fall to the ground

And guarding above
pointed, shiny leaves
dotted with berries
Holly in her Finest garb
incased in a frosty sheen
Wrapped tighty around a Maple

Ever, they are called
Evergreen
Always a bit of color and life
against the backdrop
of a Cold winter's grip
A tiny reminder
Of everlasting Life

The Tower Of Stone

by

Laurie Richardson

The Tower of Stone

Alone it sits

in the middle of a pasture off the interstate

Proud it stands

stones and mortar lifting upwards

Why is it there

Who put forth such effort in quality

for it to still stand

all these many many years later

Such a lonesome sight

perfectly formed angles and lines

meant to warm

now standing solitarily in a field of grain

No house to warm

where did the reason for its existance go

a contradiction

humanity spiking out of the natural lines of nature

reeking of age

I wonder as I pass who sat by her side

tending the fire

keeping warm or perhaps cooking a meal

As I move past

The lush grasses swirl with the wind created by the car

tickling the stone icon

The echo of what has past gone once again.

Midnight Snack

by

Laurie Richardson

In the hushed darkness
I come awake slowly
the chill of the chrisp sheets
somehow comforting
Rolling onto my side
I know you are there
even without seeing
I hear the rythmic breathing
signifying you still slumber
yet still I reach fowards
finding the solidity of your chest
for a moment I stay still
content to feel you breathe
then I grow bolder
my eyes wide in the dark
and my hand wanders lower
taught stomach first
then lower still
encountering coarse hair
and sleeping manhood
I wrap my fingers tenderly
and slowly begin to stroke
the first stirrings I can feel
even as you still sleep
I grow even more bold
and crawl over to you
Mouth and lips replacing fingers
I begin to lick and suck
teasingly, playfully
tasting of you, memorizing
loving you slowly yet thoroughly
I know you are awake now
but I play your game
and pretend I am in complete control
until you lose control
and begin thrusting into me
your breath now hitching and catching
with each graze of my teeth
Your flesh now straining into me
each stroke you seem to grow
I hear your deep moan
and your hands come to capture
twisting into my hair
guiding me to move faster
And then I know
before even you do
I feel your entire body stiffen
and I am prepared
my lips now form a tight seal
as your release sweeps over you
and I drink of your offering
I swallow, and drink again
draining you of each precious drop
You pull my hair, tugging me up
and fold me into your arms
my lips still flavored with your essence
you kiss me once, then push me away
"good girl", you whisper
then fall back into your slumber
I roll over, my back to you
and drift off once again

Sweat

by

Laurie Richardson

Softly I cry out

One hand clenching the sheet above me

The other clings tightly to your shoulder

My breath catches

As you drive harder, deeper

Making my body sing for you

I arch forwards

Frantic to take more of you

I whimper in my desperation

Then the dam bursts

I drown in sensation, pure ecstasy

And with it sweet release

Vacant Heart

by

Laurie Richardson

Vacant Heart
Silent I watch, nothing seems real, rational

The fever raging within bringing a feral madness

A warped vision of reality emerges

One of deceit and deception: a petty game

A distorted train of thought bursts forth

Declarations of love now seeming malicious

Acts of kindness seen as gestures of pity

Simple words now twisted and maimed

Transformed into sentiments of another kind

Deeper go these thoughts of betrayal

Furrowing to entrench permanently

Searing through what remained of hope and love

Leaving behind only a trail of dirt and dust

Scattered about the confines of a vacant heart

Two to Tango

by

Laurie Richardson

Two to tango
I'm here for the long haul
crisp clean air dances
with smog laden breaths
a clean poisoning
replete in drunken laughter
such a slow pace at first
teasing, just a game
catch me if you can
the uncorrupted corrupted
in a blast of memory
the taste familiar
the feeling alien
Oh, so welcome
blacken me
Tear me down
as I purify you
and build you up
and the dance
begins again
Two to tango

Drive

by

Laurie Richardson

Reaching down toward the dash
I crank up the volume
drug induced lyrics flood my mind
twisted like the dial up knob
wickedly sharp images invade
carressing and cutting
as the beat drives on

I drive fowards
Vaguely in the backdrop
a scalding hiss of tires pressed to hot pavement
the only hint of movement in my mind
Like the gentle tug of a dream, or nightmare
it pulls me back for a moment
into reality, unbidden
Music and movement collide
words and motion
intwined in a lovers grasp
I grip the wheel tightly
as the hairs on my neck rise
suddenly my escape is a struggle
do I jerk the wheel
and tumble in time down the valley
ending this neverending ride of pain
or do I persevere
ride it out
and drive on
through this maddening world
to persue happiness
that most likely has never existed, ever
I press down on the gas
my frantic grip relaxing
and I turn the next bend

Gilded Cage

by

Laurie Richardson

Gilded bars, placed evenly
woven together with great care.
Entricate loops and swirls of filiment
placed thoughtfully here and there.

Sturdy perches are put within
made of the finest woods to be found.
And hung throughout this gilded cage
little bells and mirrors are bound.

At the top of this little golden shrine,
a hook is wrought and attached.
All that needs to make this a home
is an outside door with a latch.

With lock and key now waiting,
a precious soul is placed within.
Locked behind those gilded bars,
it waits patiently for life to begin.

Cinnamon Hate

by

Laurie Richardson

Cinnamon hate, hot and unbridled
Burns my tongue in a silent litany.

Molten rage flows furiously outwards
From a damaged heart towards my mind.

The hungry mind feeds in reckless abandon
Gorging itself on the fruits of a withered heart.

Memories become cloudy, then fright filled
Past recollections of pleasant times endure no more.

A simple smile turns into one of mockery
Gentle words now seen in a malevolent light.

Cinnamon hate claims the day once again
The heart once again losing to the mind.