Thursday, May 4, 2017

Sheets in the Wind

Keep tight thy sheets, look not his way.
His eyes, intoxicating.
Remember how to keep control.
His lips, exhilarating!

The second sheet, now unsecured.
My heartbeat spins the floor.
His breath, the wind, it moves my hair.
And I resist no more.

All three sheets have now gone slack.
His kiss, a sweet flashback.
Blowing in the wind, my sails--
and now we're back on track!

( c ) Deborah A Andreas,  May, 4, 2017

Sunday, March 26, 2017


The waning moon is but a bit of a crescent
and the rain, a perfect disguise for tears.
In all that one can learn from books
still never seems to stop the growing fears.

The head, it aches and sleep restrains itself
till one can think no more.
And when the brain no longer thinks
it's time to go to sleep.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Pumpkin Poem

All was well on the eve
of the full moon.
My gown flowed,
my shoes fit,
the page was fresh--
and the pen was new.

It was a ball!

I danced and danced
to the upbeat sounds,
the music was all around
but I didn't hear the sound--

of the clock as it struck twelve!

In a panic I ran as fast as I could
in those darn high heeled glass shoes.
Down the winding stair case
and out the giant doors--

only to find that 8675-309 was disconnected!

( c ) Deborah A Andreas