My poem: Thank you to a Handsome Young Stranger

Thankyou

How can I say thank you

For things I can't explain--

For giving me back blushing cheeks,

A pounding heart and the joy of life.

Thank you

For making me smile when I'm alone,

For filling a rainy day with sun,

For making the air heavy with sweetness,

And each breath I take a pleasure.

This little love poem was written to a young man who locked eyes with mine

and smiled when I was looking out of a study area at PSU

32 years ago. I watched for him for several weeks but never saw him again.

The memory of that brief encounter boosted a lonely

college girl's self esteem and I was left with a sweet feeling of gratitude.

My Poem: Anthology Love Poem Poet to Poet

I wrote this poem when I was taking a poetry class and had become attracted to a fellow student. I imagined our poems published in an anthology on facing pages.

Love Poem

Poet to Poet

Our two poems lie

Face to face

Between

Crisp white sheets of paper

Pressed title to title,

Signiture to signiture.

More than reflections,

They are ourselves,

Stripped naked

And unmasked,

Beautiful and unashamed.

We meet each other

Within a dimension

Where we can't make excuses,

And are unable to lie.

Strangers,

Like old lovers reunited:

Speaking without words,

Touching without hands,

Sharing secrets in silence,

Embracing each other

Beoynd the barriers of "self."

My Poem: The Other Reality

The Other Reality

Come to me

In the darkness

Out of the past

On bare feet

Hesitating

Empty handed.

Slip boldly through the window

Left carelessly open

Into waiting arms

That close around a pillow.

Time has no power here.

You are slender, sensual,

Making reality out of dreams

and dreams out of reality.

Take all that I am;

all that I'd hoped to be.

Chase away the shreiking solitude

That haunts my days,

Consumes my dreams

And streaks my hair with gray.

Make love to me

in dusty chambers

Long ago prepared for you;

abandonned and forgotten...

When I awaken

And find myself

Alone again,

I will savour the warmth of

Your wet kisses

And bare shoulders

In the darkness

Ot that other reality.