WHAT DO I DO?

When I sit quietly in my room and think of you

I run through a gamut of emotions.

A better friend I could not ask for.

As a lover you set me on fire.

But when I confront my emotions

I become so confused.

You say you cannot commit.

But you evoke such powerful feelings in me.

What am I to do while you decide?

I cannot help what stirs inside me.

I want to voice my feelings, but dare not.

For I know you do not feel the same.

I hear your voice and I feel sixteen again.

But tears and fears o’ertake me in my lonely bed.

I long for your return, for your touch, your kiss.

But more than that I long for your feelings.

Tell me what you feel inside when you are not with me.

Do you think of me? Do you miss me?

How can I have so many feelings for you inside

Yet feel so numb when you are not with me?

I can only live my complacent life day by day

Awaiting once more to see you walk through my door.

©Regina2009

THE BUMBLEBEE

Buzzing here, buzzing there

A bumblebee’s life is not mundane.

It travels places far and near

More of the sweet nectar to gain.

Flowers full of nature’s honey

Entice the tiny creatures.

Amber wings, black and gold

These colors enhance their tiny features.

But beware, for these little bees

Can pack a powerful sting.

So though they’re fuzzy, cute, buzzing bugs

Such pain they often can bring.

©Regina2009

(photo was shot in my front yard. i chased that stupid bumblebee all around that bush before he stood still long enough for me to shoot him)

WAITING FOR YOUR RETURN

Whisper softly my name, for I long to hear your voice.

Touch my skin with your lips, your hands, your being.

I beg your arms to hold me tightly, even as I sleep.

Take me when the need arises, for I want to be one with you.

I thrive on you, for you are the blood that pulses through my veins.

I awaken to your warmth surrounding me.

And once again, you must go.

Though you cannot take me with you,

Take me in spirit, for I will watch over you.

And I will await your return, bringing my spirit back to me.

©Regina2009

ALIVE

I can still feel the touch of your strong hands upon my skin.
My breath quickens as the thought replays in the recesses of my mind.

Sunshine peeks through the parting of the curtain.
It finds you not there, beside me, sleeping.

No morning touch, no morning sigh.
You have gone on, leaving behind your scent.

My hand lightly touches the sheet where you once lay.
It is now cold, nothing more than cotton threads.

I hold my pillow tightly, as you held me that last night.
My room is now void of you…..but your memory ever lingers.

Though I long for your return, I understand why you had to go.
Your life is out there, not here, with me.

There are no strings attached, like a puppet manipulated.
Just a longing for your touch once more, to let me know…….

I AM ALIVE.

©Regina2009