Poetry - expression from the heart. Although many are LGBT themed, the poetry and musings found here are not contained to any one lifestyle, as feelings have no prejudice. As long as you have an open mind and a willing heart you certainly do belong.
Cowboy Up
Your boots are in the stirrups
As you fly out of the gate.
You're holding tightly the rope
Praying that the ground can wait.
His tail flies high
As his head drops low.
Up like a rocket and
Spinning like a top none too slow.
The ground is getting closer as
Your strength is fading fast.
You should have known when you climbed on
That your next ride could be your last.
Eight short seconds lasts a long time
When your life flashes before you eyes.
You ain't never been bucked like this before
But you've got to thank God for the ride.
Somedays you can stay in the saddle,
And somedays you may get thrown.
Sometimes you may have to hold on tight,
'Cuz life sure is like a rodeo.
Copyright © 1996 - Heather Cacciatori
Crazy For You
I feel you on me
in me
around me
Surrounding me with your soft words
Lifting me up to you
drawing me in
No desire to fight it
No strength but yours to hold me
rocking me with my tears
and fears
I need your mouth on mine
to drink my sorrow
and feed my happiness
Quench my thirst with your kiss
Satisfy me with your touch
Heighten my senses with your smell
Elate me with your smile
Take me to your haven
of sweet surprises
of new discoveries
of untold stories
and new secrets
I feel you on me
in me
around me
Any my whole being tingles
feeling alive
feeling the love
and loving you
Copyright © May 2002 - Heather Cacciatori
Dedicated To You
When nobody else will listen to you,
I will hear every word.
When nobody else will talk to you,
I will say it all.
When everybody else looks right through you,
I will look into your eyes with a smile.
When everybody else laughs at you,
I will remain by your side.
When others hurt you,
I, too, will feel the pain.
When noone else in this world looks up to you,
I will place you on a pedestal.
When you are hungry,
I will give you my last piece of bread.
When you are thirsty,
I will give you my last drop of water.
When you feel as though you are drowning,
I will swim out to save you.
When noone else seems to need you,
I will always love you.
When you feel as though you are being torn into pieces,
I will give you my heart.
Copyright © 1993 - Heather Cacciatori
Losing Ground
Lying in the same bed, yet a barrier separates us
my side versus your side - anger invades our sleep
fall asleep angry…wake up angry
no resolution and few options
Sighs fill the air - no movements are made
my anger dissipates as you turn away
I am unable to hold onto it the way you do
Another day and I don't want to fight
I don't care who wins but I can't keep losing ground
can't keep walking barefoot on the glass shards that surround you
The air is thick with your disapproving glances
You long for yesterday - I long for today
growing weary of the angry tones filled with
what-ifs and constant asking of why things changed
my feet bleed more as each day passes…
Love is present - that much is certain.
Despite belief, sometimes love isn't enough
Binds get stretched tighter
…how far till they break?
With each step
glass presses further into my feet
my lungs fight for air.
Losing ground
losing faith
losing you
…losing me…
Copyright © 2010 - Heather Cacciatori
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