Touching You

~Touching You~

(original artwork by David Mesplé - thumbnail from Exhaustion of Courage)

My palms ingest your protective fleece

My fingers devour you like Penelope

Welcoming home her hero

These hands remember every hair

Every curve, like a bird in migration

My skin senses where home is

Your skin beckons my grasp

Touchable creaminess covers your body

Like silken spun softness – it’s magic

I feel like Ulysses and your velvety skin

My quest

Poem by Maryanne Mesplé - May 2-16. Artwork/Photo by David Mesplé. No part of this post may be used without permission from the owner of blog and or artist. 

~ Sleeping Eve’s Lament ~

(Photo by Maryanne Mesplé 5-2016)

~Sleeping Eve’s Lament~

I sleep - I dream

Eyes shut against visions unreal

Believing I see and hear God

I sleep - I dream

Desiring, devouring

Forbidden harvest

Believing I’m dismantling truths

I sleep – I dream

I fall betraying my soul

Revealing the rawness

A veneer of flora conceals

Believing I’m naked

I sleep - I dream

Reaching inward outside myself

Touching skin to love

Believing I’m birthing sin

I sleep – I dream

Unconscious in fantasia

Waiting to be awakened

Believing Singularity

Poem and Photo by Maryanne Mesplé May 2016 

If I Could

If I could turn back the hands of time

I would give to her, my mom

A heated toilet seat

A walk in bath

A massage every night

For her tired aching feet

If I could turn back the hands of time

I would give to her, my mom

A kiss every hour just because

A hug each time I entered and left

Her room

If I could turn back the hands of time

I would give to her, my mom

Warm blankets all day long

Warm slippers for the nights

Warm pajamas to soothe her well used body

If I could turn back the hands of time

I would give to her, my mom

Long Loving looks into her eyes

And say

Thank you…

Thank you every time

My skin brushed her's

I would say thank you

Every time I drew a breath

I would say thank you

Every time a tear fell

Or a gush of laughter burst forth

If I could turn back the hands of time

I would give to her, my mom

More appreciation for

Every feather

Every ribbon

Every button

Every rubber band

Every paper clip

Every piece of saved paper “just in case”

If I could turn back the hands of time

I would give to her, my mom

Praise just for being my mom

Instead of being upset because she was not like me

And every moment of everyday

I would thank her for the all of me that is

Just like her

If I could turn back the hands of time

I would give to her, my mom

More Prayers upon my knees every night and

At each dawn

Thanking God for her, my mom

If I could turn back the hands of time

I would bring her back - my mom

Photo of Eleanor Ormsby Hughes Finley, my mom

Poem by Maryanne Mesplé April 17, 2016