The Danibelle Trilogy

Dani Belle

Her hands
Small and  delicate
Flutter
Touch
Flutter
As she moves they float
Land here
Only moment
Flutter
Brush back short wispy hair
Teach
Smooth butterscotch skin
Clasped lightly in her lap
Flutter
Flying across computer keys
Scooping up blue-eyed babies
Rubbing her sore graceful neck
Flutter
Begging to be touched
Calling to my skin
Reaching
She knows not how
I long for
Her hands.

Dani Belle II

I get lost
Minutes...hours...centuries
Lost
While gazing
At the soft skin of her back
The way her shoulder blades protrude
Delicately
The curve where her neck meets her shoulders
Perfectly
Beckoning
The gentle indention of her low back
The soft swell below
I gaze
Lost
In the masterpiece
Of her back
She
Is
Beauty.
Please turn around.

Dani Belle III

She looks at me
Through me
Past me
Beyond me
But I can't take my eyes off
Her.
And those wide green
Pools
of thought
of hope
of dreams
of desire
For much more
Than this
Than...me
But oh those eyes are beautiful
Even though
They look through me
Past me
Beyond me
And don't see
Me.