Free Day

March 18 will be free download day for my new book, Poems for New Mexico. This makes seven books total! My goal for 2014 is to finish Fire Drifter 3, 4 and 5 in the series so watch for those! And I will also be unveiling a brand new series about a sixty-year old woman on the run from America.

http://www.amazon.com/Poems-New-Mexico-Carol-Bellhouse-ebook/dp/B00IPYQWPA/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1395117050&sr=8-4&keywords=carol+bellhouse

Poems for New Mexico

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 The rain comesSplashing theWindow inVertical strokesThunder to the

 

Photo: The rain comesSplashing theWindow inVertical strokesThunder to the northPassing over the peaksCarrying the heavy dropsLeaving the light ones hereWatching theDarkness blanket theValley cooled meI pull on a fleeceTeapot whistlingI remember my dreamThe weight of your handsOn my hips and bellyMy body’s response toYour absenceI feel youWhen you’re notYou’re northThe direction of the rainClosing overThe hundred milesDrafting the currentsThe clouds will find youThe chill Creeping up your neckYou’ll pause inYour day andThink ofMy heatThe taste ofMy skinOn yourTongueIf I rode inOn the cloudsI could reachYou by noonDrenching you in theTorrent ofMy desire andHeavy rainThe rain comes
Splashing the
Window in
Vertical strokes

Thunder to the north
Passing over the peaks
Carrying the heavy drops
Leaving the light ones here

Watching the
Darkness blanket the
Valley cooled me
I pull on a fleece

Teapot whistling
I remember my dream
The weight of your hands
On my hips and belly

My body’s response to
Your absence
I feel you
When you’re not

You’re north
The direction of the rain
Closing over
The hundred miles

Drafting the currents
The clouds will find you
The chill 
Creeping up your neck

You’ll pause in
Your day and
Think of
My heat

The taste of
My skin
On your
Tongue

If I rode in
On the clouds
I could reach
You by noon

Drenching you in the
Torrent of
My desire and
Heavy rain

Photo of Fire by Carol BellhouseYou come to me in
Dreams at night
In the snapping of the
Logs afire
In the quiet stillness of
Big fat fluffy snowflakes

There are no lights
But stars
The sheen of moon
On curtains

The real you is a
Thousand miles away
Tired and angry
Cold and closed
Locked in for eternity

But I—
I have the best of you
When you slip through the
Bars of your dark prison
And hold me in the
Meadow by the
Silvery alpine lake

The way it was supposed to be
The way it was set out
On ancient stone
Millennia ago

You come to me
When I close my eyes
Appearing through all that
Separates us—the madness
Gothic horror, shadowy veils

In dream-state you touch
My face
You trace my skin with
Your fingertips
You love me
Purely, sweetly
With fervent kisses

Because that is
What should have happened
But didn’t
And the gods know it

Until The Night Gives In

Until the night gives in
And daylights gets the
Upper hand
I will feed logs
To the fire
And chocolate to
My tongue
 
Waiting out winter at the
Edge of a dream
 
The cold constricts
Breath like a scarf
Tightly knotted
 
Memories of your mouth
And lightning-laced kisses
Creep into bed with me
Every night
 
The wind rattles the rafters
I can almost taste
The plushness of
Your neck
Almost but not quite
 
Like frost on the windowsill
You linger out of reach
Disappearing in the
Light of day
Leaving no trace of your
Delicate touch
 
I’m waiting out winter at the
Edge of a dream

11 October, 2012 20:15

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Touch-and-go landing
You show up every few years
Sometimes two, sometimes ten
With those brown eyes
Rimmed with green
Eyes that stole my
Heart at fifteen
And hold it still
 Some forty years hence
 
It is seamless and stunning
As the tires brush and smoke
You now have gray hair
I laugh at your memories
And you kiss me
Just the same
 
You are good for three days
The way it’s always been
Unsafe to be grounded for long
Too dangerous for mortals
 Which we are
After all
 
Flesh and blood
Perfect fit
It drives us insane
It can’t be like this
For more than a set of hours
 Touch down
Throttle and go
 
We close our eyes as we
Open our hearts
We love again
Furiously
Because tomorrow will
Prove too much
 
We will touch our fingertips
On the tarmac and turn–
Touch and go
 

Old Red Box

Strange how an
Old red box by the
Side of the road
Reminds me of you
 
I don’t know you
Despite the way we
Touched each other
Regardless of the
Whispers we shared
 
You will be forever
An enigma
A spook
Haunting my dreams
Catching the glance
From the corner of
My eye
Like a dusty old crate
Thrown from a truck
 
You are the flash
A shift of light at the
Edge of the trees
The scent in the
Seat beside me
 
Not there but
Eternally present
My body remembers you
For all time
Craving your laugh
Desiring your smile
 
Half hidden in the weeds
At the side of road
Lost and broken
As my heart
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