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What was I thinking…?

This is from another sheet of paper in that pile of crazed teenage creative writing I hunted out. I really have no idea what I thinking when I wrote this. I have done a very small re-write, the bulk of it is the same.

(I can’t even think of a name for it)

The moon shone through the trees,
Yet they remained dark,
No silhouette to be seen.

The wind blew gently,
Like a puff of air on a feather,
And I knew it called to me.

I heard my name,
It wanted me, needed me,
To go, go, go.

I left the house,
Quietly, quickly.

Once beneath the trees,
I felt it, what was happening,
why they needed me.

The breeze stirred suddenly,
The trees rustled and wove,
As if talking, discussing.
I felt the pain,
Quick, sharp.

As I fell to the ground,
The breeze stopped,
The trees silent,
As if in mourning,
Silent, respect for the dead.

Like I said, I have no idea how this poem emerged from the murky depths of my brain. I was not depressed, even in hindsight I didn’t have the same teenage issues that some go through. (My only angst was over boys, which was normal and completely unrequited, ;/).

If any one has any ideas what this may mean, please share your ideas, I welcome any thoughts.

Have a great day 🙂

A dedication.

Time marches on, and so it comes round again, that hubby has gone to work. He flew out this morning (still in flight on the first leg, as I start writing this) for another stint overseas. I find this term vaguely funny, because while technically it is overseas, he needs a passport and visa to travel there, it is only a 3 hour flight from Australia and in the same time zone. He will be doing two week blocks, and this makes it easier but also harder.

After speaking to several people, some of whom are in the same position we are with FIFO husbands, unless you have been here it is really hard to understand how someone could do this. As I’ve said before, it takes a certain kind of person/relationship to be ale to do it, and not everyone can. But then I also believe a lot of people should give it a go for a couple of months and see the changes in their relationship – hopefully for the better.

Granted, 12 years ago, well before we moved to Queensland, we would not have survived. Time, new circumstances, a bit of wisdom thrown into the mix, and a better understanding of us and our relationship and we have found we love it. It suits both of us, and the benefits are pretty good too. (I’m not talking about the money here either).

This brings me to posting another poem I wrote when I was 16. I have changed it slightly, re- writing parts and leaving others out. But this is how I feel, today and every other day he flies out.
I love you babe, keep safe 🙂 ❤

His gravelly voice,
So, sexy and serene,
Probing thoughts, hidden desires.
The time comes, of desires never felt or thought of before.
So strong, so sensual.
That all things cease, and a deep warmth emerges.
Taking over the body,
Those feelings are aroused, building, growing.
His voice continues, to caress my mind,
I melt in his eyes and succumb to his pleasures.
Pleasures like I've never known, I feel so complete.
Nothing will stop me.
He can't deprive me, any longer.
I live with desire.
I live for the pleasure.

I am watching him.
He swims, lazily.
I look into his eyes, and melt once again,
Although the water is cold,
I do not notice, through the heat of our bodies.
His eyes are smoky, and full of desire.
No secrets are hidden, I know what he wants.
Because I want it to.

This love. So warm, so tender.
Beautiful, passionate and all mine.

Hope you like it,
Have a great day 🙂