Woman of Substance.
She is not flesh and bones
Of insignificance.
She is intelligent substance,
...
She looks beautiful for their movie date
Flushed, she is running a little late.
Excited to see his beautiful face,
She sees him there and they embrace.
...
'Hey, over here! '
Said the road less followed
'Here is the antidote,
For the lies you have swallowed.
...
I might not be beautiful,
But I could intoxicate you,
Melt through you like an aged Scotch Whiskey.
I could make you dizzy with how you make me feel.
...
My feet are pointing high in the air,
I'm blinded by a veil of hair.
My body is shaking, a teardropp appears...
Is it too late to let me out of here!
...
I think I realised long ago,
There are no plans for me
There will be no fanfare as I pass through
My meat pie destiny.
...
I have no problem understanding
The concept of being numberless to you,
You can forget me,
But I'm still around.
...
The wind blowing through your hair,
Hits my face from the same direction.
I brush the hair out of my eyes
So I can keep them on you.
...
Sweat trickles down my bare back.
It tickles as it wetly trails
To the base of my spine.
My hips sway,
...
Listen Dear, you caught me,
In a compromising pose.
I thought you'd be gone for longer
When a needy thought arose.
...
I will not let define me, what happens behind me,
I am tied up with important stuff.
If my tushie is fair, only takes up one chair,
If it fits in clothes, that is enough!
...
You sprinkle yourself inside me
With every comment,
With every intercourse of feeling
With every giggle you pull from me.
...
My poor heart didn't realize,
My brain was so quick to deceive,
Curious feet jumped in love side by side,
At my age, so naive.
...
Here he comes!
Beautiful....
Her heart beats faster.
She hears his voice
...
He has an innate kindness
That has sown
A seed of togetherness
Into the middle
...
You started as a droplet inside a shell,
Warm, languid, liquid.
Now that safe harbour,
Has turned you into a sea.
...
I'm late!
I'm late!
For a very important date!
I planned on sitting home all night
...
I watch from my bed as the wind howls,
Twisting the trees into unatural shapes.
Too much water falls from the sky,
And cascades over swollen gutters
...
www.rubyhoneytip.com I am a writer and poet. I create sweet, simple work with deceptively provocative depth. I am a regular visitor to death's door and am afraid of green ants, wasp nests and taking out the trash at night. I am Lisa Sherman- Weeks, best known for my work under this nom de plume, Ruby Honeytip.)
A Woman Of Substance
Woman of Substance.
She is not flesh and bones
Of insignificance.
She is intelligent substance,
And decency of character.
She is womanly flesh
Of hand felt proportions.
She knows her way,
And will hold your hand
Until you safely find yours.
There is no judgement in her compassion,
Although, there is laughter in her eyes.
And temptation in her walk.
Faith and love are the warmth
In her nature.
There is a nurturing heart
Beating under the fullness of her breast.
She will quietly hold
Her birthright of self respect
And will not allow you
To deny your own.
Your upsets are shared
And your tears blinked
From her eyes.
With this woman of substance
You will never walk alone.
Why would you ever let her go?
© 2012
by Ruby Honeytip
Dear Ruby, ...... absolutely amazing work. You can make us laugh and... cry. We thank you for this. x
Glad you're here, Ruby. You're a very audacious, funny and original poet. Always look forward to reading what's new from Ruby.
How pleased am I to have found this absolute gem of a poet! Each poem is clever, with incredible flow. I love Ruby's style! Emotional and honest, witty and very sensual! Just time well spent reading these poems! !
Love soulmate in slumber Keep writing poems to me it's like singing from your soul
In all of your poems, I see many wonderful things, and I'm sure that the rest of the world see that also :) i look forward to reading more of your thoughts and feelings, so I hope you continue to write more :) you continue to surprise us all :)