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Apart

The only thing missed

Was mere physicality

You’ve felt everything else

Deepest pieces of me

Those that live on

Far past this earthly flesh

©Kay Salady

Sweet Bliss

I bathe myself in her silken blush

And fully immerse within the hush

As sunlight kisses that fragrant swirl

Of delicate petals in a world

Where pure perfection brings sweet bliss

My pounding heart cannot resist

To burst with passion for this rose

Who in her beauty dares to pose for me

©Kay Salady

Image Credit: http://myartmagazine.com/i/watercolor/rose-woman-watercolor-painting-christina/6-1046

Before the Mirror

I want to stand before the mirror

To hold my breath and reappear

Back to a time when I was young

Back when days were filled with fun

Locked inside a lover’s gaze

He held me there

His eyes ablaze with longing

He reached for me with eagerness

And I enraptured by his kiss

Berry sweet and warm as wine

I could kiss him for all of time

Then complacently stare out into space

With salty tears upon my face

Waiting for the world to end

The scent of love upon my skin

Never wanting to come down

I slowly turn to see a face

That salty tears outline and trace

Finding he has held me here

He has appeared before my mirror

With that same kiss as warm as wine

That I can taste inside my mind

©Kay Salady

Bijou

The little raven

keenly eyed each passerby

with expectation

of a rare and dazzling find

in one fell swoop she seized it

©Kay Salady

Clara’s Closet

Ruffles the Clown

She slipped into her party dress

Then painted on a smile

Chose all of her embellishments

Thinking all the while

Of the joy that she could bring

By twisting little toys

From bright balloons

And she’d be there soon

To greet the girls and boys

She reached out for her parasol

And grabbed a pair of gloves

Pirouetted then darted out

To do the thing she loved

Beneath the boughs of evergreens

Along the avenue

A clown named Ruffles could be seen

And she is that one we knew

©Kay Salady

*Ruffles was a professional clown (called a Joey) receiving her certification in 1993 Bellevue, Washington and she is my friend.

Somewhere Beyond My View

It’s raining outside

It seems unusual

The way that I’m feeling

I find it beautiful

To step from the night

Into a day

That washes my blues

All away

Now it’s raining inside

Making my life brand new

I’m beginning to feel

Just like I used to do

Before my world

Drifted away

Turning my skies

To grey

Now that the rain

Has fallen on me

All of the pain

That used to be

Rolled with the clouds

Out to the sea

Somewhere beyond

My view

©Kay Salady

Image Credit: Off Leash Edmonds http://www.olae.org

Sweet Nothings

Whisper sweet nothings

Fragrant as cherry blossoms

That drift through the air

©Kay Salady

So Detrimental

I’ve been ignited

By smoldering ashes

From long ago embers

Rekindled to flame

The love of a life

I tried to relinquish

In spite of all efforts

Has burned me again

With a look and a word

Seeming inconsequential

For others perhaps

But never to me

A look and a word

Can be so detrimental

To a heart that’s been aching

Incessantly

I am weak I give in

And so easily sin

For a breath of the air

That he’s taken again

I am down looking up

I’m his tormented pup

He takes all my pain

And returns it again

By walking away

Because he can’t stay

With a woman like me

Who has too much to say

I’m an unwanted book

And he’d rather not look

To find a happy ending

©Kay Salady

When Walls are White

those sanitary walls

at the end of endless halls

are painted white

in the darkness of despair

with no other place to go

she sits rocking to and fro

to alleviate the pain

she cannot bear

she tries so hard to place

each unfamiliar face

that urges her

to feel so very small

she then curls into a ball

at the injustice of it all

laying fetal in a sea

of nothingness

until one blessed day

the lady makes her way

through the doors

of her prison

free at last

©kay salady

Too Much or Not at All

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You say I talk too much
But that I make you feel good
I can’t understand
Why you make such great demands
You’d never want a wife
Or someone there beside you
Yet when you feel alone
You ask me to come home
Too much or not at all
I’m not allowed to call you
Yet I belong to you
With all that you put me through
I’d rather stay away
Than let you make me feel bad
Because my self confidence
Is worth more than your two cents
Too much or not at all
I’d rather take the fall
By letting go of you
What else am I to do
I need to walk away
I’ve nothing left to tell you
Too much pain to touch again
No you were not my friend
Not at all

©Kay Salady