And What Does

And what does one say
when the thought is so raw,
shared and bare
to the touch?
Do we ignore,
watching the fade,
saying the words
were too much?
Many a heart,
opened their mouths,
blurted, deliberate truths.
The fact of the matter,
how it is said,
Gives credence
To wisdom for youth.
Shall we ignore,
In our comfort zone
Only to share aptly worded?
To say what is pleasing
Graced, as it were,
Defining expression and reason.
And what would one say
As we bid so long,
To a man known for his passion?
Opening a door into freedom
A speech, will be heard as his last one.

Raine Les 6/23/2008

Although I never knew Mr. Carlin, nor did I agree with his
raw out take on life,I do think freedom of speech is a responsibility that is fought for, on all fronts. In many ways, I feel he is deserving of respect for his contribution.

A Woman Remembers

She lay there, quiet, warm, still. She took in a deep, slow breath through her nostrils, lightly touching her breasts that were budded and wanting. His smell was still inside of her, outside of her, in her hair where she had brushed up against their discovery. Her skin was worn smoother where he had kissed her cheek, over and over. Her neck stretched and craned a bit, arching her back in a hidden writhe as she stroked her torso, feeling, once again, his touch, hearing his breath and insistence, drinking his kisses.

In her soul, she played his words over and over, his inflections, the times he looked into her eyes and melted her. In the moment it felt forever and she was missing him.
The morning had started her longing all over. Thoughts had brought on a warm hope, waiting. She would remember and hope that he would, as well.

Raine Les 6/23/2008

He

He touches as he breathes
into her softness
Movement displaces
Distance and space is ordered
secured and unwavering
she drinks his infusion
His soul peers into her
with the deep, low, slow
of his smooth
a sound looking to fill
his pendulum swings
he is wind
whispering his beckon
touch, growing, searching
wet and bending
his rise
her fall
They
cannot breathe
enough
still
he is left
his smell
his touch breathes into her nostrils
he has taken her
there
she cannot
leave
again
he

Raine Les 6/23/2008

hahhahahahahahaahahahah..caught me off guard

hahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahaha...hahahahahaha..sorry

hahahahahah

hahahhahahha..sorryhahhahah, really, sorry

you are so cute..kind

She
She is in the rain
the wind, and the soil
that she is planted in.
Her petals have fallen
no one can put them back.
She will be seen
only when the fragrance
of her tear stained red
infuses your senses.
the surprise,
for she is yet,
hidden in the shadows.
and around the corner.

Raine Les 6/21/2008

a tremendous expression, love in that sense, never does without..a constant filling, and full.
a wonderful share.
s

Thank you, I appreciate your encouragement.

untitled

In the settling of the day
The sky turned hues of red
Fading into pink's array
Wrapping, softly bled.
Her sea was deep with purpled hues
Reflecting coming dark
Blue intense with caps of white,
Blinking,draws a heart.
In the distant kingdom,
Reigning high and pulsing,
The wind picked up
And ruffled leaves
Leaving love unspoken.
She lives amid the swirling clouds.
Behind, you see her lights.
Reflections of the day,
Her sun, and softness
Clouds her sight.
Her mystery unfolds.
A beauty in her season.
Her love will fill your soul.
The day, the night, creation.

Raine Les 6/23/2008

Barely Riding

She knew she was showing some hidden,
Painted and naked on wheels,
Purple, like clothes, feathered bouffant,
Hairdo, a little extreme.
Feeling her need to show freedom,
Locked in the style, baring all,
Still, her surprise over came her,
When off of her bike, she did fall.
She realized that skin thinly covers.
She bleeds and her loss pricks her pride.
In the middle of crowded demeanors,
She just picks herself up and she cries.
No one will hear what she's feeling,
The outside is all that is noticed.
A woman with child's expectations,
Just love me. This is her protest.

Raine Les 6/22/2008
Fremont Festival Parade
Seattle WA
6/22/2008

Spliced

I have seen this dream,
a place.
Apart from awake,
this distant space.
Trying to see between the lashes,
Where a beam of light,
Streaks and flashes.
The view, I find,
Ends up at sometime,
A memory that awakens,
Tries to remind.
That I have been here,
Watching life.
Dejavu.
A Memory spliced.


Raine Les 6/22/2008

And He drifts

and he drifts
into the places
where only his strings
vibrate, softly, lowly
captivating, drawing her close
weaving, wrapping, winding
a covering over her heart
making even her tears
long to weep.

Raine Les 6/22/2008

Thank you, kindly

Parch

She waits at home.
The ground has dried.
The parch, to days on end.
Waiting just to see,
The silhouette of him.
She knows the trail was long.
The cattle took his dance.
Now, she stares the distance,
Caught within its trance.
Her ground is hard.
She struggles.
The crops have died, no hope.
In her dreams she sees him,
The shadow of his cloak.
Her heart is worn from crying,
Missing his embrace.
In the middle of the night,
She feels him,
Touch, a trace.
Funny, how the heat,
No rain could dry a soul.
It takes what once filled deeply.
And leaves a dusty hole.
Just a kiss she longs for,
To rain and drench this parch.
To fill their river, flow it,
Run through and soak their heart.
The rains are finally filling.
The drought has ended, flood.
Sink holes fill, o're flowing.
Looks like the rain was blood.
Just to have him home,
Dry him in her fire.
Soon, the crying will subside,
Their river of desire.


Raine Les 6/21/2008

a wonderful reason to be..

Big ol' black crow,
Sat on my sill,
Cawing away.
Big Ol Black BirdFor me, what a thrill!
Up close and personal
Big as you please.
I couldn't touch him.
He flew! What a tease.
Usually he roosts on the fence
Near my window
Letting me see him
And watch as he stays low.
Today, though, surprised me.
Seemed friendly enough
Big ol black bird
Wasn't so tough.
He let the wrens,
Much smaller than he,
Roost on his fence,
Where he wanted to be.
He nodded his crown,
Went on his way.
Gave me his thrill,
And that was our day.

Raine Les 6/20/2008

congratulations..I've had twins..