Perfect lovers in dreamland

It is you
I dream of
you know


virile, strong
forever
preserved at
28
and prime.


As I don't see me in my dreams
it makes an
odd
kind of sense
as I go on aging
that we are still
perfect lovers
in dreamland.


Even that dream invader,
hazy logic,
can have but one
answer
to that niggling question
of how to
explain you
being back
after so very long away.


That you died was not real.
We were all mistaken.


Only this deepest melt
in arms meant
only for me,
and kissing
your luscious curved
lips is real now.


Solace.  Finally.


But morning comes
once again
with proof that you are
gone.


So I close my eyes
hoping for one more
touch of you
in dreamland.







Beth McCarthy Marks October 2014
for Sam, of course. 

The Slippery Slope

The Slippery Slope

It all started with you

Mr. Chubby McGroo.

Sure, you do have big ears

and legs that are stumpy,

But, one look at those eyes

and my breath gets all lumpy.

Your hee haw sound carries

all through the 'hood

when you hear my keen whistle

and you always sound good.

I followed you round

from pasture to pen

and met all your horse pals

again and again.

Til at last I was thinking

perhaps it was time

to saddle a horse

that I could call mine.

But no lovely horse

could ever replace

that feel in my heart

when I look at your grace.

So relax and enjoy

as I ride by on Ace.

Don't buck all around

and give me that face.

It all started with you

my donkey pal, Slipper.

This rekindled love

has left me much stiffer

from tacking and riding

my black beauty horse

and brushing and picking

his hooves out of course.

The "Slippery" slope

all started with you

and for that I am grateful

and know you are too.

You're laughing now, aren't you

at my great surprise

when all horsey costs

flash past my eyes.

Your owners are awesome

your stable friends great

my heart's full of happiest

love of this fate.

So thank you, my pudge,

dear donkey so loyal

you've opened my life

to all that is royal.