lust

my thoughts stream in
and out like water—
free, cascading,
life-sustaining. I dance in droplets
(a creative thrust) such
love-making in a pool
of misty water-want

thirst for more and more
until, satiated, I paint
in words or water-color
swirling about to mix beauty.

It has been so long since I’ve posted or even written a poem. Though I’m still in a caregiver mode, I caught Dee’s Quadrille post and felt compelled to write to it. WordPress has me confused. Since it’s been such a long time, they are treating me as a new user and I couldn’t find my post to edit. It’s good to be here, to hang around with old friends and meet some new ones.