Melinda the Intrepid

                                           THE HOLE-IN-THE-WALL-HEART                               Pardner, once, there was a Safe place by day.  Cactus dry, dust hot, coyote lonely, windblown and grit-in-yer-teeth hard to find.                              By starshot night t’was deep, cool, crystal pools and greenness, sprayed with the beauty and hopes of True Love and Dreams kept.                  It was the place my Hole-in-the-Wall-Heart hid from the Outlaws of Love and the Lawmen of Passions.   My hiding place from Dreams spent.                 One day, on weary horse rode close in a tall fair stranger, looking like nothin' but the loner he was, dusty, maybe lost.    He made camp, lit a night fire, stayed a while.                  My cowgirl heart, a dreamer, with mah guns drawn, hid out in my hide-e-hole, ready to melt into the rocks.   I watched, wary and disbelieving.                 The loner's fire cast familiar, dancing, warming

                  I've been known to write a fair piece of poetry. This one will get your heart racing.....                    It's about my sexy husband...  you know, the one I paid Ten Dollars for off the Internet.... (Oh, you need to read that story if you haven't:  "The Best Ten Dollars..." and also "What Happened to that Hot Guy.....".  Then don't miss the "Wedding and Honeymoon Photos" that rounds up that herd of laughs!)                                      Shootin' Sassy                                              Your eyes roped me with their hunger.                                      Then pulled me close...                            Sizzled me over the grill                         Of both our passions. Hot stuff!             My cowgirl heart, Rustler of Love, wanted to jump                      On mah horse, Ole  Paint.                               Wanted to run for the hills..    

                                                                                                      I had a dream for two years before I met my husband, William.  This is the poem I wrote afterwards.  In my night dreams you come softly to me, your handsome, crooked smile,                  Blue denim shirt, an easy laugh, those green eyes That nailed me still where I stood... Reached out and put your warm fingers in my soft hair, pulled my.. Head close to your handsome face; my breath caught in my throat.. As your sensuous, warm lips relaxed into a hungry kiss on mine... Seared through to my deepest core! I felt the sizzling heat of your hunger, as..          Your strong arms enveloped my trembling body, cradled it so close to.. Your own, I couldn’t separate the shotgun pumping of our pounding hearts... From deep within burned my own raw hunger, yearning for more, aching, twisting..            My gut into helpless, blissful ropes, wanting you to

Another love poem about my husband of 11 years. Long ago, 'neath fragrant pines, those scented giants in moonlight bathed, Sat I and wondered if this life would leave my dreamer's heart unscathed. It ached to love, to give, to sigh sweet breaths of tender yearning. But years passed by.   I loved, I lost, I went on as Time was turning To almost lose Love's perfect Dream, one my heart would surely claim To shake those Carolina Pines, kiss old Moon, to never be the same.                                       But I kept my dream.... Time moved me far from home. No fragrant pines nor misty moons to see. Desert Oasis, flatland farms, heat, strangers, all became life for me. Turning Time had buried my heart -  almost, where Old Dreams should not lie, "Will a Perfect love be here for me ?" yet stubbornly wondered I. Are there yet knights riding forth upon this desolate oasis land Who would woo and win by chivalry my Dreamstruck

My husband's nickname was "Graywolf."  I was the "Dove".    I wrote this poem ten years ago.             From the very first, tender kiss, when you put your hand into my hair and pulled me close to your lips at the airport, my heart has taken its own kind of flight...   A dove soaring, airborne on gossamer threads of love, careening towards joy!             Holding me close, your hungry lips devouring my throat, my mouth, I feel it take flight, fluttering above me - that  poor dove, beating wings against the warm air...  Your breath sends it darting, here, there... trying to find a single sturdy branch upon which to land  - No chance!  Pulled earthward into your arms again...             The sweetness of your enveloping lips, the warmth of your hands, caressing my body into ecstasy, take me higher than I ever imagined a bird could fly, soaring airborne on gossamer threads of love, careening towards immense joy! What sweetness, what heat, what drea

                                                                                   Nostrils flared and tail arched high, hooves pounding dust down the prairie canyons, came the black stallion.  He reigned on the precipice above his valley, tossing his great dark head.             Obsidian black with glistening coat, rich mane of midnight hue, the stallion was ruled by his wild heart, free and alone he lived.                         He was lean, well-muscled and seasoned.  He dared the world to take him on.  None had ever captured him and none ever would.             Free and unfettered, he lived, unspoiled by the weight of any rider, knowing no gentle hand, his wild heart yet untamed, unyielding.             He only knew the wind and rocks and rain, the passing seasons and endless prairie grasses.  Yet he dreamed a stallion's dream:             His being, one with sunlight and soft touches, floating above the earth, heart freely given, mastered, yet bli