Author's Note: Something a bit different, I guess. Some story-poems, as it were. Field/Adelaide poems, all of them. Which means, thematically, they're laced with lots of romance/love. But I thought I would share just a few (three) of them. Hope they're okay.



DURING FRIDAY BREAKFAST

It happened during Friday breakfast,
after the thirsty, sprinkling rain,
and before the hummingbirds began to wane.
I had just finished my civil cereal,
my cinnamon shredded wheat,

when I was hit by a sudden, spicy,
full-body shiver,
a wake-up punch,
a white-rapid river of
rushing thoughts that
went and weakened me at the knees
and made my paws a bit sweaty.
I nearly dropped my spoon.

I gave a bewildered squeak
as I brought my bowl to the silvery sink,
bare foot-paws scuffling on the linoleum floor,
dilated pupils watching milk and water pool down the drain
as my body flipped all the off-switches in my brain.

Next, came a tantalizing, tingling quiver,
my ever-active nose and whiskers
twitching like I was itching
to be scratched. And, by this time, I was.
Oh, scratch me, please,
all down my belly and back.
I began to tremble from a shortness of breath.

This is what sexual arousal does to a mouse.

So, a weak, bewildered walk
to the bed, through the living room
like a wedding-night groom,
until I was sitting on the edge
of our warm, double mattress. And I swallowed
as my blunt-clawed, furry toes curled
and my tail unfurled
like a downed power line.

You, already awake,
with dim, cloudy light slanting through the window,
tilted your pretty, batty head and
said, "Flustered?"

I weakly nodded,
my ears
burning
hot
like oven-tops,
and my gaze desperately swimming in yours.

But through the searing heat,
something always greets
such animal instinct. And I know it's
faith
and
love,
tempering all lust
with meaning that throbs and thrusts.

"You look like you need somethin'," you continued,
all pink and perfect with your
pearly-white fangs.
And, darling, even in the state I was in,
that sparkle in your eyes
didn't escape me.
It never does.

"I, uh ... uh. Um, Adelaide ... "

" ... say it," you whisper,
needing it just as much. Oh,
telepathic, winged thing,
you always understand.
"It's okay, Field ... "

Lips dry,
voice wispy and shy,
I manage a dizzy nod, a panted,
"I wanna ... have sex ... with you. Please,"
I stumble. "Make love? With me?"
I descend, then, into effeminate, delicate-postured squeaks,
feeling somewhat like a fool.
But, Lord, I'm the way I am,
and, Lord, it's what I need!

You grin,
giving a hungry sigh, saying,
"If you only knew how cute you were ... "
Followed with an unashamed, sultry command of,
"Get beneath the sheets."

I wriggled right in,
and we began to melt
as we do daily,
into a steamy mixture of muzzles, muff, and mouse-hood,
hips, legs, and lips,
breasts, rumps, and tails. Writhing wonderfully,
wing-wrapped and bit,
nibbled and licked. Everything crying for purchase,
and the day so stale
compared to the fresh rising of our love.

And, oh, ah, as we went, I felt
a fiery, frosty relief
pleasure me
pure
and
deep!

Such satisfaction, darling. You truly
made me sane again.

And if it's true that my heart's been
half-asleep
inside of me,
then it's utterly clear that it
wakes up when you're around, cause
you're the moon that trips my tide.

For during Friday breakfast
I was definitely
most thoroughly
beautifully
alive.




INGREDIENTS

If mouses were a recipe,
they would be:

2 cups each
of scurry and squeak

2 cups wide-eyed faith

1 1/2 cup sharp, shredded anxiety

1 cup extract of 'effeminate'

3/4 cup spice of submissiveness

3/4 cup pure, powdered tenderness

1/2 cup whisker-twitch and nose-sniff (combined)

1/2 cup assorted (other) 'mousey motions'
(wriggle, squirm, swivel, and snake)

2 Tbsp. innocence

3 tsp. salty tears

And, oh, yes:

1 stick of sweetened sex (or more, to taste)

Sprinkle with cuteness and serve to pink-furred bats.




A SUNSET FIRE

Warm, baited breathing
supplants what came before,
cruel, gnawing anxiety
shown the back-porch door.
For you looked into my void,
and declared it ‘good,'
called it ‘light.'
And said: ‘I don't mind a mouse.'

(Yes ... )

... you entered my world
like a pink sunset fire,
delaying the start of night.
The ‘toss-and-turn' mire
cleared out of my lonely bed.
A space for you, dear,
in my sheets,
instead. All reason faulted ...

( ... I'm speaking with my heart. And ... )

love, all my kisses
sizzle on your sweet cheeks,
making me ask, ‘Lord, from whence
do these blessings speak?'
Oh, like a coming of age,
I have now arrived
at a peace
eternal. All demons are tamed.

( ... may my love fill you as you've filled me,
darling.)