You stood there
decrying it all
anti anything that would get your name in the paper.
when we looked behind the curtain
drew it back on your sins
we found you were not quite true.
stirring the pot
whispers of rumors in one ear
money in the hands of another….
With eyes wide open
all finally see
the truth of this matter
as we weep……
anti- everything that is moral and right.
‘You’re my Ice Queen’
he murmured in my ear
Pulling close the quilt so I would be warm
his arms locked around me
holding me in close comfort,
providing me with care.
Within his arms I melt,
my desires rising to match his
without him I feel as though the landscape changes
the vibrancy is gone
and I am lost in the greys and shadows that develop.
I feel secure within his embrace
craving more, not for romance or care
but because he is safe.
He is where I turn when the world becomes too much
for in his arms I find a sheltered haven
as he batters away the storms.
I lay my head upon his chest
listening to his heart beat
counting each one as the warmth of his body
seeps into mine.