The day is warm and comfortable as I look out the window at the crisp blue sky.
Thereís only one wispy cloud that gives the sky character and texture.
I sit on my love seat with only a shirt to cover my body,
it stops at my hips,
having nothing to cover the rest of my newly washed body.
The market looks to crash,
I look forward to finding that special man that makes me climax.
the flood doors break.
I cover my face with a hand made pillow...
so not to rouse my neighbors.
For now my neighbors are at work, I am alone,
appreciating the silence.
the weather man says thereís no rain in sight,
but he is not between my legs.......
when I think of the man I havenít found yet.
the man of my dreams.
the father of my children.
The eternal fire to my body and soul.
Copyright - Michelle Poet July, 2002