Some free verse, I rarely do...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Those Legs

her legs,those heavenly sent long legs
like tall fruit trees bearing a harvest
tan and toned to perfection
joining the midsection of delight
she far more than a pretty tease
moved with passion oozing in spasms
like a melon split ripe open
sweet juice begging to be had
those legs- timbers sublime
and me- begging, begging for more time

R.J. Lindley
Spring, 1977

Note- Yes, its about a real live person(a true sensual beauty!), one that was wise enough to fly away from me, the wild guy in my youth.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When Heart Beats To Make Its Mark

When there was pitch black dark
a solitary light spoke,
"poetry is alive in me!"

When there was grief, deep and stark
a single cry bellowed,
"poetry rests in my heart!"

Where sky meets streaming skylark
a yearning plea asked,
"can poetry survive?"

When heart beats to make its mark
a soul begged its release,
" will poetry sing in tune?"

Where great poetry lights the park
a heavenly voice boomed,
"poetry will set you free!"

Robert J. Lindley, 11-08-2016