My Truth
© Linda R. O'Connell

When I am true to myself

I am lost in happiness

I feel a smile on my face

The world it seems, is all mine

And the day and I, know where we are going.

How was it the first bite of the tomatoes
reminded me of your lips?
The mozzarella
firm in my mouth
like you.
The basil
as fresh,
as your breath?

“Summer Daze”
© Linda R. O'Connell

A bumblebee frantic in a hole poked jar
one cut up knee
and the other one scarred
kids slurping up popsicles with sticky hands

Right about now
I wish I had taken you out of your crib
a little more often,
and held you sleeping on my chest.
And I wish I could smell that sweet breath of yours

I love watching them dance
behind those flapping sheets
her red silk teddy
above busy city streets

Flouncy, linen skirts, way up high
two steppin’, the pants off
one empty guy.

There’s always a sweetness in the summer air;
if only it didn’t feel warm
like your face against my throat

And linger sweetly
like the taste of your breath on my lips

The weary dog, finds it odd
opens one eye, not even a wag.
It’s so quiet, I find it loud
no voices,
so many choices
in front of me
I have.
But I’m so damn tired
and I look around,

Morning bright.
Billowing
in the afternoon delight;
white see through curtains
among candlelight.
Soft as
golden hair
your hidden bedroom flair.
Window panes
and shades

It’s on days like this
when no one else is around
and only you are there
to see it…

The ones that arouse
every single, solitary
bone in your body.

Days with beauty so deep…

After The Rain
© Linda R. O'Connell

When the rain subsides
My eyes, open wide

Seems to be
A brand new world
For me

All fresh and clean
And, I am comforted,
by all the green.

Wait!
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

And I will leave you then
stroll down your walkway
glance one last time
as the tulips swoon
so sweet, in full bloom
hanging

Lips Rock!
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

I like them
moistened,
a slow lick
across one side

I love the way
they glide
they part
and open wide

It’s cool how they can

I Can Imagine
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

When I look at you
Strange things happen
My lips soften
To a buttery feel and
I wonder, if this is real
My mouth gets wet

Alot Like Love
By Linda R. O'Connell
Copyright © 2009

As the sun poked through the trees
and the vines,
there we were
leisurely sipping on wine.
The breeze ever so gentle
across our face

Pretty Little Girl
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

They’re just jealous, those fella’s
Don’t listen, don’t heed
Don’t pay attention, when they mention