Archive | November 2012

Shadow

The wind blowing through your hair,

Hits my face from the same direction.

I brush the hair out of my eyes,

So I can keep looking at you.

You’re so beautiful to me.

I can see your lips moving,

But I can’t make out what you are singing.

Do you know your nose twitches before you giggle?

I could look at you all day!

I am stunned….

Mesmerised by you.

The sun is slowly collapsing over the horizon,

The bare trees cast long shadows like tall men.

A chill passes through me,

And you pull your cardigan closed to stay warm.

It’s time to go home.

We keep walking through the end of today,

Past the pools of yesterdays swim,

Past the grocery store where you bought movie snacks,

And I watched silently.

You stop to pick a plum from the tree of old Mrs Beckitt.

Your nose wrinkles, and you giggle with your first bite

You are a delight.

I notice my step has matched yours…

Left after right in time to my heart.

There it is…..home.

You take your key from your pocket

And I watch as you let yourself inside.

I turn and walk away.

You have taken another long romantic walk,

That only one of us knows about.

See you tomorrow.

©  2012

Ruby Honeytip

Fantasia

His eyes run up,
Her pink stockinged thigh,
She squeals with joy!
He can hear her.
Flamboyance and height,
In a pink glitter wig,
He knows those that see her,
Might fear her.
He feels sadness,
Rise up in his heart and mind,
As injustice and violence
Move near her.
Her manicured nails,
Her glossy lips,
No longer serve,
To endear her.
‘Set her free! ‘ he thinks,
‘I’m not scared anymore! ‘
And he turns away
From the mirror.

He’ll protect her

©

Ruby Honeytip

Feet and Hands (Esperanza)

As a young girl, I would stare at my bloodied feet.

Hardened, dirty, sore.

Miles walked on scorching earth collecting food and water for my family,

Eyes open, mind closed to the loss, the dry hunger

And violence toward the ones I loved and the ones I didn’t.

I looked to the stars and prayed for relief.

I imagined myself swept far away and planted in a different place where death is not daily.

I prayed for my Mother, for the survival of my friend,

I prayed for help.

One day help came and I began my journey…..

My daughter has a balanced stance,

And delicate coloured shoes.

She learned at school there are 26 bones

In her soft feet

And she thinks it a miracle.

She smiles at passers by

And picks sunflowers for her brothers,

As I water our plants and breathe.

Esperanza sits at my feet as she makes flower chains

And chatters of her new dear friend and her cat.

I was given a hand up by people I can never repay.

They gave me an education and the chance to work hard for the possibility of a life I have shown to my children.

The only way I can pay it back is to live the life the charity intended.

I will hold on to the outstretched hands of my Sisters

And lead the way out……..

©  2012

Ruby Honeytip

Like a Boss

Sometimes……
She wants to sweep her fingertips over the base of his throat as he throws his head back to laugh.
She wants to smell the salty ocean air through the pine trees and hear her own soft whimper as he bends to kiss her.
She wants to feel him whisper sweet, crazy words close to her ear and delight in the hidden shivers he brings to the depths of her.
She wants to let the heat from his hand burn her thigh.
She wants to pull his sweet breath inside her chest and hold it until she knows it has travelled to the centre of her.
She wants permission to stand close…very close…
Can he tell that his name starts deep inside her and rings and rings and rings? …….
Slowly, she opens her eyes and, ever ladylike, crosses her legs, hands folded over her knees, as the world comes back to focus
She wonders if this too shall pass
So she can get back to work!

© 2012

Amazing Disgrace

You hurt me,
Scared me,
Bruised me,
Tried to extinguish me
And almost broke me.
Today, finally you are dead
And I feel that I have won
A brutal fight
Through natural order.
I refuse to be anything
Except free from you
And what you have done.
I will live my life
And breathe from this new dawn.

Ruby Honeytip

 

Adored in Somnolence

He curls up behind her
His every curve
Melting into her own.
The setting sun
Reflects from the pool
And dances across the ceiling
Like the aurora borealis
And they watch the display
In sleepy silence.
The temperature slowly drops.
He pulls the cover higher
On her.
For the first time in her life,
She feels safe.
His hand cups her breast,
As she drifts to dreaming,
With a tiny smile on her face.
He kisses her hair
And follows her.

Goodnight.

©

Ruby Honeytip

A Sexy Samba

Sweat trickles down my bare back.
It tickles as it wetly trails
To the base of my spine.
My hips sway,
My shoulders dip and roll
In rythmic undulations
In time with the vibrations
That have suddenly become,
My only awareness.
A delighted smile spreads
Across my crimson lips
I open my eyes to look at you.
You are looking at me,
I know what’s on your mind.
Mmmmmmm…..mine too.
I turn around,
Lifting my arms over my head.
I press my back to the front of you,
And enjoy the cadence
Of your beautiful body.
Your hands are on my gyrating hips,
I feel you push intimately hard,
Pulsing against me in the dark.
Your teeth on my earlobe,
Start a maddening electric tempo,
In my secret depths.
I feel you entwine your fingers with mine,
Warmly clasping to the beat
As the rhythm slows.
You lean in close as my song
Draws to its end.
I feel your deep baritone as you whisper
‘Save the last dance for me’

I think I will Mr Rightnow.

©

Ruby Honeytip