Occupation:

Educator

Date of birth:

1-3-60

Marital status:

Divorced

Education:

BSE: English and Education ME: Psychology

Interests:

Writing, singing, cooking, being with my family

Publish writing :

UCA Sentinel, Poetry .com.

Personal statement:

I am the mother of two teenaged sons, and one Pomeranian who is sure she is my child too.

I was most recently employed as a child abuse investigator in Arkansas, where I live, but I am

off due to a work related injury.. I am 3/4 Apache and 1/4 Irish. I have been writing since I was

10 years old--but I give credit for my writing to Amy Cunningham, my friend and former teacher--

as well as Sherry Organ, my English professor who encouraged me immensly, and Terry Wright,

My Creative Writing Professor who told me I had talent and made me believe it.

The night is long, you are so far away, and I am ravenous for you

Your scent, your texture, the ripple of your flesh beneath my fingertips,

My senses come alive, and I am lost in the pleasure that is you

I hunger for your touch, and the taste of your skin against my lips

No one else in the world could ever make me feel the way you do

The sight of you--your eyes closed, your lips slightly parted in desire,

There is nothing that I would rather do than spend my time loving you

Your fingers move across my skin, leaving sparks that kindle into fire

Puzzle pieces--one incomplete without the other--we were meant to be

Somehow, joined with you, I am so much more than I ever was before

Your pleasure is my own, below me, above me, behind me, beside me

Touching, tasting, love words whispered, sweetest surrender, man I adore

The night is long, you are so far away, and I am ravenous for you

Time, the weary traveler, has gone by and lies dusty

Like a half finished novel that you chose not to finish

Do you remember our love when it was new and lusty?

Or has the weary amnesia of time caused it to diminish?

It has been so long since I felt your kiss

But I still remember how you taste

And there is so much about you that I miss

From times when passion reigned, and love was made in haste

To tender times when love was made, a form of worship

Our bodies temples, our love a kind of praise

Then you left with a promise to return from this trip

Where every minute that passes feels like days

Do you remember that you left me behind?

Do you remember that I love you?

Do the age worn ties of love still bind?

Or have they finally worn through?

What happens to the hearts that do not have it in them to move on?

Do they simply join the leigons like this Forgotten one?

Robin Stansbury

Memories of your kisses burn

Leaving me to toss and turn

White hot fire burns in the dark

Your love has left a lasting mark

Escape your memory, I've no desire

I'll just smoulder here, I'm on fire

To escape the inferno would mean

I'd have to leave the love I've seen

Your hands, your mouth, your touch

I want to feel you beside me so much

It's as if you have me in a magical trance

My mortal ability to resist has no a chance

Something so magnetic, you pull me in

But this time, to lose really means I win.

Robin Stansbury

My aching hearts knows no relief

The times of respite are too brief

Seems I am one of those who invite

Pain to carry them off into the night

What is the real difference in these

And those who feel that life's a breeze

Should I remember to never care?

Somehow that does not seem fair

I am going away where no one can see

I am hiding safe in a place I built for me

I will feel no joy in this solitary place

But the pain will be gone without a trace

Here none can find the me I used to be

The me that was not really I, but we.

All that matters is to avoid this pain

Somehow managing not to go insane

Lock the door with a self made key

Fangs bared, talons now unsheathed

Legacy of pain filled death bequeathed

Is life to be lived or only endured?

Is love freely given or simply procured?

Is all you see the words you read?

Or is there a real story buried, like a seed?

When you look at me, what do you see?

I am afraid you see something I can never be.

Robin Stansbury