Queen's Move

I seem to be creating a Chess Game series of poems.  I'm not entirely certain where this originates but the whole thing works for me.





Queen's Move  -  16 Apr 14

Drawing the cloak
Of fantasy about my shoulders
The Queen
Has told of her desire
Her need
With her gentle smile
She requests
I remove my cloak
She stands before me
Fantasy becomes real
And I surrender
To the Queen





Guess I will keep going till I reach the end game.

Soft Kisses

This poem was birthed a short time after midnight while Lovely thoughts were passing through my mind.  I offer it now to you ...





Soft Kisses  -  20 Nov 13

Soft kisses
As the wind caresses
My face

My memory
Says it is you but
My vision says no

Lost now
In the depth of your kiss
My mind surrenders

Sweet surrender
Happy in the flow of
Your Love





Lovely thoughts indeed.