YOUR BLUE SHIRT
By Linda R. O'Connell
Copyright © 2009

Your big, blue button down shirt
slung over the back of the chair
I catch a passing glimpse of it

THAT’S ME THERE
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

That’s me, there
without a care
perched way up high
just me and my guy
on his broad shoulders
curls wrapped in gold

You Send Me Love
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

As if I could wait forever
you send me your love,
and tell me to save it
until the right time
only when you decide.

These Legs of Mine
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

My legs aren’t beauties
they don’t make men stop
or gawk
they’re just plain ol’ legs
just limbs of mine
I love my legs

That Good Old Silver Lining
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

The dark gray clouds seemed to lurk about
One pretty spring day when buds should have sprout
I tried my hardest to recall

Feeling Words
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

I’ll never forget
how it felt
to taste the sky that day
crisp baby blue
rolling around in my mouth
cooling off the sun,

First Dance
By Linda R. O'Connell
Copyright © 2009

I’m sure I forgot to breathe that night
The moment I saw his face
His boyish charm knocked me out senseless for awhile

Your Girl
by Linda R. O'Connell
Copyright © 2009

If I were your girl
It would be so much fun.
We’d have a picnic
under the sun.
Then I suppose
on the blanket we’d
lay, looking up at

My mind is delirious
with the arrival of spring
All I see are
beautiful bodies
mine and theirs…
And the only thing
I want to do is
make love,
undrape these breasts
from their lacy jail,

THE POMEGRANATE
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

Pomegranate,
leather skinned globe
jewels in your crown.
You captivate me
with the fullness of
your form,
your regal beauty

The Canals of Venice
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

Someday, you will recite poetry to me.
We will be in a gondola on the canals of Venice looking up at diamonds in the sky,

I’m Just A Girl
By Linda R. O’Connell © 2009

I am Spring
I am a flower
Ready to bloom
I am a song
In my own heart
I am a tree
Among bright green
I am honey
Sweet nectar love

HIS BISTRO DELIGHT
By Linda R. O'Connell
2008

The night is all his and I’ve only begun
Giving from me, everything under the sun

Sweet words pour, from my lips like red wine

You, Sweet Thing ~~
Linda R. O’Connell
© 2009

Ah, linen
Crisp and white
Messenger of summer
On a hot August night

Slinky pullover sundress
With a laid back style

Coming Into Me
Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

As I sat along the waters edge
And it was all so new
I wrote the first faint lines
All because of you