Works in Progress

By katsparrow · Sep 24, 2009 ·
  1. Ancestors

    Trudging through the tangled path,
    Thwarted, beaten, and pressing on-
    Once more perseverance hath
    The ages won.

    Never looking back nor seeking
    Comforts of familiar places-
    Ravaging wildness, wreaking
    Aging faces.

    Dauntless, following the need,
    Pulsing through their gritty marrow-
    Beyond tomorrow, cast slow-speed
    Flies the arrow.

    Morning ever dawns anew-
    Places, mortals, hours unfolding,
    Leave behind the smallest clue,
    Truth withholding.

    Peering back through chapters' prose,
    Victories found within the pages-
    Touted brazenly by those
    In modern ages.

    Whence come forth the haughty proud,
    We followers left in their wake?
    What deeds enveloped in fate's shroud,
    Their pride will make?


    (09/24/09)

    Awakening

    I remember your skin
    smelled faintly of cucumber
    I inhale, and know
    I will have your innocence.

    Lips converge -
    Yours hesitant, mine coaxing,
    until our hunger blends
    on gliding, seeking tongues.

    My hand reaching for
    your solid need,
    straining against the barrier
    of your blue jeans.

    Fumbling, breathless,
    darkness envelopes heightened senses
    as skin disrobes,
    meeting sultry summer air.

    In total blackness
    I imagine your face,
    contorted in pleasure
    as my mouth works its' practiced magic.

    An invitation barely whispered -
    Unsure, you move closer,
    awaiting silent instruction -
    eager now, taut and urgent.

    Restraining lust
    to heed your newness,
    I guide you gently to me,
    cradling your body with my thighs.

    A stilted start,
    your motions smoothen
    to the rhythmic rocking
    of our coupling.

    'Teacher' and 'student'
    merge into one being,
    one breath, one need,
    pursuing the same end.

    Lost to the chase,
    gripping and tumbling,
    the murkiness of almost dawn
    reveals your face beneath me.

    Intent and awe
    blend on your brow,
    your grasping hands
    clutch at yielding breasts.

    Wanting you now
    to know the final secret,
    I work you towards
    the summit of your initiation.

    A sudden jagged
    intake of breath,
    a jerking spasm of heat, followed by
    your slow shy smile of wonder.

    In the creeping gray light of day
    I have shared your awakening,
    and neither of us
    emerge unchanged.

    (09/25/09)


    Joyous Winter

    If you think winter time is nice
    Try not falling on the ice
    Happened to me last year twice
    That is, three times, to be precise

    I guess you are a fan of snow
    Then perhaps you didn't know
    Blowers almost never blow
    And shoveling is hard and slow

    Perhaps you like to sled and skate
    Frozen limbs will be your fate
    Anyway I can't sled straight
    The cold is what I really hate

    If winter's chill where you reside
    I'd suggest you stay inside
    Otherwise you'll slip and slide
    When you attempt to walk outside

    Oh joyous winter time is near
    Season that is so severe
    Horrid, raw and nasty here
    Most miserable of all the year

    I wish I could leave all this snow
    No more drifts I'd have to blow
    Wish I had the funds to go
    To sunny balmy Mexico


    © December 2009

    Katharine L. Sparrow

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