A Theft Of The Heart

She counts 
all the men 
that have 
come and gone 
rise and fall 
tiny notches 
on her wall 
and they will 
never know 
what piece of her 
they have taken 
with them 
and it's not 
anything transparent 
or cliche 
words that rhyme 
or step away 
it's the subtleties 
in her voice 
the way she 
touched their brow 
and as they 
shuffle down the street 
straightening their tie 
and belt buckle
they will never know 
the wonder 
that she felt 
at their absence 
the after thought 
or the expression 
of sorrow 
for the lacking 
in how we have 
raised our boys 
and to her amazement 
there is no hostility 
only remorse 
for what they steal 
and never borrow 
...a theft of the heart

© 2015 TrilbyYates 

Dancing Dreams

Walk softly past my window
Early morning light stretches
Across a dimly lit sky
With gentle hands
Reaching for a heart
That yawns
While the mind
Holds onto dreams
In shimmering shades
Of lavender and blue
Pleading, “…don’t wake me, not yet, not yet…”
Tender kisses like feathers fall
From the lips of lovers
Drift upon a delicate backdrop
Of rainbows and the sweet scent of freshly picked flowers
Dancing like Fred and Ginger
Two as one synchronized
In a life filled with promises
Of forever and always… 

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Day Break Ride

...so often 
in the solitude 
of when all 
is said and done 
after the passions
have been met 
when the dead 
of night 
begins its decline 
and the morning light 
starts to rise
there is an emptiness
that comes 
over me
taking me 
by surprise
in the before 
day-break ride 
heading home 
when angst
begins to question
...is this intimacy 
or just the way 
we find 
a few hours 
of separation 
from our day
to day grind
to keep the demons 
at bay 
- and maybe 
I've come 
to a split 
in the road 
or to a path 
I have never
chosen...
reflective logic
vacancy opens
a sense of 
pure weakness
nothing stronger
leaving me
feeling empty
and wishing 
maybe I should
have stayed
a little longer... 

© 2015 TrilbyYates