She tells me in whispers
the secrets I want to know
She shows by example
the way I want to care about others
She rests peacefully in ways
I wish to be still
She breaths in the air of life
as do I , with great passion
She has become timeless
and never far
Category: Women
Contributed by Chadd Henderson and Heather Mirassou
Her petals are pink with white tips
She is in full bloom
I crawl to her
She hypnotizes me
She is a precious pearl
She is dripping with fragrance and fresh cream
Just let me stay near
She opens a new flower
As I quiver
Her pheromones entice
She envelopes my presence
She is part of me
As I am of her
I will return
Each new day and night
And revel in her beauty
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A Virgin – Heather Mirassou
Her skin pink and satin
Trapped nude in a secret vault
I lavish her sweetly
She moans and begins to quiver
Her dazzling sapphire eyes
Swoon over me
I whimper
A virgin begins to charm
Like a candle made of potion
A rare ruby shinning
Dances in the mirror
Subtly hypnotizing
She tastes like sugar and honeycomb
Her taught fingers
Caressing languorously
Sunset like a fire
Engulfs me
The evening torrents
An aphrodisiac
We tremble into oblivion
In exotic bliss
As my charmed jewel
Lies with me
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
“The night grows out of me.”
Today February 2, 2016
Just today I put on my hearing aids and was hypnotized by the sight and sounds of the earth. I heard black birds mating calls, I heard a dribbling creek, I heard my mom call my name, I could hear her laughter. I could see like I could hear. Everything so crisp and clear. The clouds like a family of Pillsbury dough-boy’s, the cascading, hungry hawk searching for prey. The smile in my husband’s eyes.
I will recall what it felt like to be alive. To feel connected to something bigger than me. Something so unique and amazing that I don’t forget to smell the roses. To be brave and kind and rewind. Engrave the world in my mind. To feel connected mind, body and spirit is essential to my survival.
It’s time to get out of this shell, reach out and connect with the world again.
With a Smile,
Heather
A Girl – Heather Mirassou
Her lips like ruby pearl
as soft as a silk sheet.
Her mouth like blush candy
as sweet as a cherry treat.
Her breasts like buttermilk
as delicious as whipped cream.
Her hair a lucent gold
like heaven’s falling leaves.
Her heart like a mirror to
her soul as to the sea.
Revelation – Heather Mirassou
I am silver
I have no preconceptions
Unchanged by love or dislike
No cruelty only truth
She turns to the moon
That reflects her faithfully
Now I am like a lake
A mirror of revelation
It is her face that replaced the darkness
She has said goodbye to the young girl
In me, I see
An old woman
Rise
Take Me Home – Heather Mirassou
Take me home mama
To a place I once belonged
Hold my hand steady
And sing to me a song
My face filled with tears
All my family is gone
Take me home mama
To a place I once belonged
Under the grapevine canopy
You taught me to be strong
The hundred year-old oak tree
Dances until dawn
Take me home mama
To a place I once belonged
Angel Hair Pasta – Heather Mirassou
Questionable Love – Heather Mirassou
From seedlings
Raw passion arrives
teardrops germinate
A questionable love
Free reign love’s geyser
Either uproot and scatter
Or stay and bloom
Mad Love – Heather Mirassou
This was a free write in response to Arthur Rimbaud’s Ophelia. His poem is lovely and mine does not quite do it justice.
As snow does to a fire that runs
Blue white Ophelia floats
Mad with love as magnificent as snow
And among water lilies
Star which melts away
The wind kisses her breasts
Shivering willows
A nest of mad kisses
Curves of her back
In each soft corner
From violet forests
His sweet brow
On the seascape
The calm black water
Black moss embroidered
Her great veils rising
Why the goldenrod stars
Love her reflection madly
The rivers are a sail
Shadow flowers with bale
Scented twilight
A pearl sky
Who Am I? – Heather Mirassou
It’s been quite
Some time
Since someone
Noticed
Do see me?
I am Here
My beautiful
Warm
Genuine smile
Smiling at
The world
Beside me
Don’t you
See my
Chiseled calves
And voluptuous
Thighs
A mile high
I may be over
Forty
But my Bosom
Swings
And Skips
To a
Funky beat
With a tip-toe
Skip, Hop & dance
That only I know
My eyes
Liquid blue
Eyes stare
At magic
In the
Air
My skin
Fair
Freckled
With
An Irish
Pigment
From my
Grandmother’s
Lair
My limbs
Covered from
Head to toe
With Wisps
Of Blonde hair
From my
Mother’s
Hair
Like my
And French
Forefather’s
My heart
Pumps
By Wine
My Blood
And
Endless
Passion for
Tradition
My fingertips
Reminiscent of
God’s great earth
The Goddess
Nature
Aglow
Laced with
Permanent
callused
From my
Writing pen
A kaleidoscope
Into my
Soul within
My voice
An accent
Slung with
Kindness
Compassion
And love
So if you
See me
Dancing
Down the
Street
On just
An ordinary
Day
Than
Stop to
Smell the
Roses
May the
Aroma
Sweet
And lulling
Pass your
Way
Making
Your day
Do a little
Hop, skip & jump
And feel
Freedom
In your
Steps
Make sure
To Smile
My way
Don’t forget
For I am
Here
Watching
Dancing
Waiting
For someone
To see me
My Darling Lover – Heather Mirassou
My Darling
Your fingertips
Slightest touch
My skin rippling
Goose bumps
Like prickly pears
Sizzling fire
Desperate ache
Primitive desire
My Neck
Bountiful harvest
Taste of Sweet
Nectar
Lays in wait
Begging you
Blowing breath
Your tongue
Tingling heat
My Body
An Hourglass
Voluptuous curves
Gentle bosom
Soft as silk
Electrifying splendor
Blood pulsating
Taught and tight
Hypnotizing ecstasy
Your Body
Pleading me
Perfect design
My delight
Madness penetrates
Primitive union
Fevered passion
Quaking pleasure
Warm glow surrounds
Angel of God – Heather Mirassou
“I wrote this poem when my little sister was born. She is twenty years
my junior and has grown into an amazing young woman.“
An embryo in a cocoon of safety
slowly unfolds into a world of hands.
Hands of unconditional love
bring her into the beauty of light.
No longer floating
now breathing the lightness of air.
She fights hands and fist,
unknowingly being adorned, brought into life.
Kissed by an angel, he leaves his mark
as she is grasped by her loving parents.
She is a gift to them, a gift to this world,
an angel of God.
Garden Affair – Heather Mirassou
I wrote this poem for my husband recently, I would love some feedback from poetry enthusiasts!
I inhale
Your Intoxicating fragrance
Pheromones entice
Lingering passion
Sun and sky sweet
I am delirious
Dancing in your
Wakening melodies
Bouquet of pearly white peaks
I Awake
In your quicksand soil
Scattering seeds
Delicate sea legs
Wobbly wooden stalks
Germinating roots
A newborn flower
Porcelain
Fragile, Fertile foliage
I swallow
Your clear spring geyser
Brisk diamond water
Raining sky water
Relieve my parched
Withering body
Swimming
Stealing grace
Sea of Fertility
I Rejoice
Your Renewing promise
I am breathless
Wild ecstasy
A Cacophony of birdsong
My petals
Gorgeous milk fluff
A canopy of tranquility
In the shape of a heart
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