RDP Wednesday – Musical

Rhapsody in the Rain

Seventeen, I fell in love with you
Front seat of your parents Riviera
Parked on a country road
Rain pelting the roof of the car
Wipers screaming swoosh, swoosh, swoosh as they failed to
Keep up with the waterfall running down the windshield
Lightning flashes across the sky
Illuminating your face, eyes closed
Your lips pressed to mine
I thought it was meant to be
Teenage hormones raging
Carried away in the moment
Our breath keeping time to the wipers tempo
Your kisses my first
Seared into my heart, my soul
Memories that I carry with me still
A perfect night to fall in love
We wrote our initials on the steamy windows
Vowed we’d love one another forever
Today I don’t even remember your name

rust

Your lips fed his lust
flames singed flesh.
Rasping breath
fueled the flames.

Consumed by fire.
Ashes remain,
piled deep upon
the bed.

Scorched emotions,
corrosion, rust.
Bodies spent,
weak stolen heart,
bursts from bust.

I rinsed my eyeballs today,
washed with salty tears.
Did you sense my loss,
dripping all those fears?

Sometimes we must say enough
just turn and walk away.
Leave it all behind,
pack it in, call it a day.

RDP Optimist

Maybe in another life

Although we tried to reconnect the path was rather quirky

We made a few good starts, life became too murky

You had your goals, I had my dreams, realities diverged

We chose paths that ran parallel, would never intersect

I required attention, a great deal of maintenance

Like an auto, single owner, pampered and well tuned

Your body was a taxi cab, fares that came and went

In and out. short trips and long, no attachment formed

It crossed my mind this couldn’t last, it would come to naught

Continuing on this journey disaster surely wrought

My heart it would be shattered, trampled on the ground

Your ego would be nurtured, notches on your belt

Maybe in another life we could have made it work

Pre disappointments, baggage carried throughout time

Unscarred hearts and damages, wounds refuse to heal

Entrenched in our ways, incapable of change

Maybe in another life should we happen to meet

Opportunity Lost

Walking side by side, shoulders inches apart

arms swinging gently, each longing for contact.

She looks down at his hand, inches from her own

resisting the urge to reach for it, unsure.

He senses the closeness of her slender arm,

the sculpted wrist and delicate hand, thin fingers.

The moment passes, opportunity lost.

She visualizes her small hand tucked neatly into his.

He fantasizes, her pressed up against the building,

his lips exploring her neck, her jawline, searching her lips.

She shifts her arm closer to his, her hand grazes his knuckles.

He twists his hand to reach for her, she has already receded

as though the heat of his knuckles has seared her flesh.

Another opportunity lost, their heat extinguished.

the daily spur return

Electric

Accidental graze of your warm fingers on my arm,

electrical surge shoots upward, heart palpitates.

Black eyes burn into my forehead, I raise my eyes,

blue water iris boils, heat overflow runs downward.

My skin singes, burned flesh perspires, glistens.

I turn and walk away, ten steps along I turn, look over my shoulder.

You remain in place, statuesque, ice. Eyes burn into my back, red heat.

You are danger, neon letters flash before my eyes, run, run.

I find myself walking back to you, cannot stop myself, mystified.

I stand before you, empty. You have stolen my soul, heartless.

RDP Irrelevant

Resignation

They smile across the table, politely,

ease of conversation, benign.

She watches his lips as he speaks,

expecting sparks.

He stares into her eyes

praying for longing.

They sit conversing comfortably

neither willing to stir the ashes.

The cold gray ash floats in the air

between them, ignored.

Pride grins, puffs his chest.

He licks his finger, holds it in the air.

Score another one for me he says to himself.

The couple part, hurt, no resolution.

Just thinking

Endings

I opened the door, stepped onto the leaning porch

to welcome the dawning day.

I felt you blow gently at the nape of my neck.

stirring the silver hair that brushed my shoulders.

I closed my tired eyes and leaned into you as you

rested your whiskered chin on my shoulder.

Long, sinewed arms, gnarled hands encircled my once lean waist.

My blue mapped hands covered yours.

We welcomed another day to those we had collected,

over the decades, from this very spot.

All the shades of sunrises painted on our memories,

the new beginnings etched into our hearts.

Our dreams no longer look forward, they have been fulfilled.

We now scatter offerings to the gods for blessings received.

We grasp each new sunrise and press it into the tiny crevices

of our lives, savoring the sweetness we shall carry with us.

musing, missing you

Empty

I sit here in your old worn chair.
body imprinted into faded cushions.
If I close my eyes tightly, I can convince.
myself I smell your cologne, gather your warmth.

I can fool myself into believing your arms.
surround me, can hear you whisper in my ear.
This is the moment you would take my hand.
Lead me into cotton sheets we believed were silk.

Your husky voice softened as you stared into me.
professing your love, feverishly.
I never had reason to doubt your words.
I believed you would belong with me forever.

Who knew that forever was but a moment in time.
Forever, ripped from our lives, stolen dreams, not a
second for goodbye.
My heart in your chest, traveled with you.
Me a void no other can fill.

She wore him well

Goodbye

Enmeshed, that’s how she described their fit.
As though she pulled him on like a glove,
he fit her body.
Comfortable, tight, familiar, like her skin.

He wasn’t perhaps her first choice,
most likely not her last.
She’d grown complacent, comfortable.
She’d let her guard down, become lazy.
She wore him well.

One day she peeled him away,
like sunburned skin.
He wanted his freedom, needed
to explore his options.

Goodbye, farewell, good luck.
Adios, enjoy yourself.
She turned and walked away.
Of course, she looks back occasionally,
just a quick glance.

She wore him well.