Giving Up The Fight

Desire, such a small word that means so much:
A new feeling, a hotter heat, a firmer need.

    A deep breath takes over my soul and
    A fire envelops my skin.

        Melting into a minute pile of flesh,
        I am drawn to you.

            Applying a firm bite to my lower lip,
            I barely restrain from devouring your mouth.

                The want in your eyes is a reflection of my soul.
                It feels so right, yet I fight so hard.

                    A deep sigh of frustration escapes my being but
                    The rapid thumping of my heart drowns the sound out.

                A hot flush takes comfort on my skin and a giggle escapes you.
                My eyebrow lifts high into my bangs and I can't help but glance at you.

            Instantly, I wish I hadn't as I notice that your mirth-filled smile
            Only highlights the deep color of arousal in your eyes.

        Your smile slowly fades and your hand touches my cheek.
        An inferno rages inside me and i can't fight the magnetic pull of your presence.

    My eyes drift closed and my last racing thought was
    Something about giving up the fight.

Your lips brush mine and all reality fades away as
I grow wings and soar.



Copyright © June 2001 - Heather Cacciatori

Changes

There's no such thing as perfection,
It's merely an illusion we all look for...
in relationships…in life…in love.

We seek the perfect partner
…the perfect mate.
But what may be perfect today
…may not be at a later date.

Everyday we change and grow.
Life, environments, experiences…change us
So often it gets unaccounted for and gets forgotten

Your loved one begins comparing you
…not to another, no, but to you.
To how you used to be.
It's too late.
You can't go back - can never compete
with that you from your past.

They must love you enough to accept who you are
now, today, in the present.
Otherwise, it fizzles -
succumbs to the end that everything eventually reaches.
Tragic, yes, but real.

Change can't be prevented…
it must be embraced.


Copyright © 2010 - Heather Cacciatori

Borrowed Time (For Bampa)

Each moment we get to spend with you,
Each breath that passes between us…
It’s borrowed time we get to share.

Any minute it could end,
The smile on your lips now
Could be the last we get to see.

We love to hear your laugh,
We enjoy each interaction.
Borrowed time or not,
We enjoy every second we get.

Holding your hand,
Kissing your lips,
Touching your skin…

You open your eyes and we can’t help but remember
The younger man you used to be.
Strength is what you show us, each and every day.
You’re a fighter and a protector, but it’s ok now.

We are strong, too. We can take care of each other.
Now it’s time for you to take care of yourself.
When the peace is calling you,
Answer it…we will be ok.
We’ll see you again someday.

You are loved, as are we.
Borrowed time or not,
You are all we see.


Copyright © 2010 - Heather Cacciatori

Written 4/10/10: For Bampa

Goodbye, My Brother

With the wings of an Angel,
He came to me.
In the silence of the night,
He asked to be set free.

Let loose the pain and suffering,
So your peace you may find.
Your eternal love will fill our hearts
And your smile will fill our mind.

We'll miss you greatly,
My Brother Dear.
But we all know that your spirit
Will forever be near.



Copyright © Heather Cacciatori 2006