The Prettiest Thing
By Linda R. O'Connell
Copyright 2009

I saw a heart so vibrant red

And I tried to listen to what it said

It flew around with its graceful wings

My Desire
By Linda R. O’Connell
2009

I hunger for the weather
I’m ravenous at times
Using the sun and its rays
I abuse all of its shine.
I suck and
I chew
I take it all in

Peace
by linda r oconnell
2009

This world began in peace
with nothing around
no flowers, no houses
or trees to be found.

A landscape from God
to be filled in one day

I wanted that moment to last
I wanted it to last way beyond Wednesday night
Past the swirling smoke
And the talk of the pasta fagiole
I wanted it to last out beyond the full moon

In The Wild
By Linda R. O’Connell
2009

When we fall into us.
When we are out in the wild
together again
in the untamed forest.
And you bed me down
on the leaves and dirt

Rain
By Linda R. O’Connell 2009

Rain,

glorious rain

clean and pure

from the heavens above

tears of love,

from Gods eyes

to the thirsty trees

and flowers, for the bees.

So Beautiful
By Linda R. O’Connell
2009

With you
I have washed away,
any
and all fears
of flesh
of my own skin,

baring body
and soul
no secrets,
exposed
so beautiful,

Poetry
By Linda R. O’Connell
2009

Life is
{P}assion
It is red ripe
succulent, berries
heavy, on the vine.

Life is
An {O}utburst
of a sigh,
and every kiss
a sip of wine.

Life is

A Meditation of Love
By Linda R. O’Connell
2008

Wander me off through
white silken clouds
where everything I land on
is soft and secure.

Where the sun warms me
and my heart is open

There Is No Need

By Linda R. O’Connell
2008

There is no need for me to touch
to know how you feel.

And no need for me to eat
to know how you taste.

SEX!
By Linda R. O’Connell
2008

Sex

Blessed sex

Comes into our minds

Like sparks in the night

On the 4th of July

With fiery breath

There is desire

Her Muse in the Night

By Linda R. O’Connell
2008

Often,
in the
still of night
when all the world
is calm,
she is surrounded
by a peacefulness,
one
of certainty
and awe.

My Red Nails

Linda R O’Connell
2008

My red nails tease

along the nape of your neck

and, frantically traipsing down

the hollow of your back

over muscles

and wings,

Anthology

By Linda R. O’Connell

2008

The prettiest garland

settles upon her head.

With herbs and jasmine

gathered, from a flower bed.

And each tiny petal

The Delectable Gnocchi

By Linda R. O’Connell
2008

Gnocchi you pretty little plump
Dump…..ling
Made from potato, cornmeal or crumbs