Mature woman seeks grown-up man
Who remembers to hold doors & push in chairs
One who looks at me & sees True Love
His heart must be open, but not needy
His shirts free of stains
Tho wrinkled & that thrift-shop smell are okay
He must be ready to have me blanket him with love
Tuck myself around his edges
With comfort, with not a little heat of passion
If interested, please reply.
Think if a bright melody – a Carol!
Then stand by for all the love you’ve ever wanted!
I cried in my sleep for passion
My body woke & went seeking
Every pore alert
Oh, I found men whose antennae turned to my passing
Who were sweaty with need
But could not rise to any occasion.
I found some who drowned in my big brown eyes
But came up sputtering, shaking like wet dogs
Tucking tails to whimper away the prospect.
The men my age suspect wide-eyed innocence
No matter how sincere its aspect
How grounded, not in loveliness
But in that ravenous desire to offer another all I have become
I write in application
To the position you once took
On dreams coming true.
On hands that know their way around
On (excuse me here) a mouth made for kissing
I heard you were seeking
A heart made from Joy
A holy will to step into harness with wisdom
With that understanding that goes without words
I am bold to say I am she.
I am an invitation to love
Ever-ready, not mother, nor sister, but blessing
A match waiting to be made of heaven.
I am a story written by a child
Before I knew words, but only sound
Despite my years, there is that of me untouched
Calling life in, for I am greatly hungered
One day I will be set as a feast
For the man that is my wave rushing to shore
The one I shall never whisper back from
I am the hook & anchor for your love…
That last swallow of honeyed tea where all the sweet resides.