FOUR FEATHERS PRESS ONLINE EDITION: GRASS LEAVES Send up to three poems on the subject of or at least mentioning the words grass and/or leaves, totaling up to 150 lines in length, in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PST on January 17th. No PDF's please. Color artwork is also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Grass Leaves will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, January 25th between 3 and 5 pm PST

Wednesday, January 15, 2025

CLS Sandoval

Arizona Love

 

Underneath this blue, never-ending sky,

You grant me an infinite high.

Through the grass valley, cool water flows,

And you make me quiver from head to toes.

 

Depth of your gaze, reaches in to me,

I wish that I could show you what I see.

You make me truly and passionately feel,

Please, let time prove that our love is real.

 

Whenever you are next to me, I am all here,

Your love for me makes all things clear.

I want to live my life for God and for you,

Unwrap my sheltered heart with all that you do.

 

Texture of your skin, contour of your mind,

Reveal to me all that which you find.

Anger or joy or sadness, please do not hide,

Always know, in me, you can confide.

 

Much laughter and many tears are yet to come,

We have yet to discover our love’s sum.

Tell me what it is that really makes you tick.

I will love you forever, whether you are healthy or sick.

 



Cornerhouse Evening

 

An exchange of smiles, and a brush of your hand,

A nervous laugh, and a quick look away,

On the grass, you lie, then I cease to stand.

In my heart, I struggle to keep fear at bay.

 

Your eyes caress my fragile, heated frame.

Closer, closer, your body is pulled to mine.

For the blush of my skin, you are to blame.

In this silence, for your touch I pine.

 

Lips parted, hands upon my trembling waist,

You make contact, a spark is newly lit.

Soft and strong to touch, and sweet to taste,

Your kiss is an irresistible fit.

 

Deeper and longer, melting together,

Your fingertips dancing upon my neck,

I sink into this moment, maybe this forever.

I am taken by your passion and your softest peck.

 

Behind your smiling, moist, bowtie lips,

Peeks that adorable gap between your teeth in front.

A sharp quiver spreads from you to my hips.

Please, just show me what it is you want.

 

Wrapped up in your thick arms, I lay.

Your ear pressed to my abdomen.

Your eyes meet mine, with them I sway.

Someday, I hope that it is your heart I win.

 

This roof of yours warms us from the night.

Your hands of fire dance over my blouse.

Exhaling deeply, you cling to me tight.

Flirting escalating as we enter your cornerhouse.

 



Shiny Gold Studs

 

She left her shoes on the side of the road

The black ones with the gold studs—collecting leaves and grass now

The day she bought them was the day her high school boyfriend took her shopping

For the first time

He said, pick anything you’d like

She smiled and blushed

Thrilled that a boy loved her enough to spend his money on her

But when they got to the register

She had to pay

‘Come on baby, he cooed, you know I got you next time

 

She figured it would be a one-time thing

They stayed together

Every dance, every ball game

They were side by side

He went to her choir concerts

She watched him in the jazz band

They even worked together at the Tasty Freeze

She asked him to meet her at the clinic for her appointment

He promised he would, but he didn’t show

When she saw him next she shared the ultrasound photos

‘Come on baby, he cooed, you know I got you next time

 

Her mother threw the baby shower, all her friends came

It was co-ed, just so that the daddy to be could attend

But he didn’t

He came over days later, acting like he never knew there was an event

‘Come on baby, he cooed, you know I got you next time

 

The last time she saw him was the day she gave birth to their daughter

And he didn’t arrive at the hospital until the next day

This time when he cooed, ‘Come on baby, you know I got you next time

She asked him to leave

 

She drove herself home, baby in tow

When she parked the car and took the infant seat out at her mom’s house

She watched her mother open the door

Excited to see her

Reminding her how she had wanted to pick them up

So the new mom kicked off her shoes, right here in the street

Leaving all those empty promises behind with the shiny gold studs


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