Wild & Free

To taste the wind with my tongue

To feel the air blowing free The movement is sharp Intoxicating Me.

I feel it lift me as I climb a hill, I think I can fl fLy but it leaves me still.

The wind is delicious,wild and free it makes my heart beat exceedingly. I feel like a child about to double dare, Wild and free it blows my hair.

Dancing in the dark

Hips swaying like wind shaken branches

Violently shimmering like glass on water

Hips gyrating undulating in two different directions at once

Strands of hair stuck to her cheek

Sweaty soles of the bottoms of her feet

Leaving bare foot prints on the wood floor boards

Sex hangs heavy in the air.

Kathleen Roberts

I was that odd kid with a love for words.

When my parents were refinishing furniture, I was memorizing the names on the paint strips.

The neighborhood kids were used to me referring to things as “ federal blue”, “sea foam green” and “ mahogany”.

I wrote my first poem at age 11 while star gazing. I devoured books. In high school I was frequently published in a magazine called Power, which is no longer in publication.

Presently working on a book of moon poems.