Biografía de Kathy (Bio)
		A "country girl" at heart, I was born in suburban Michigan. My father came from a little town on the island of Cebu, Philipines. My mother was an American of Irish and Scottish descent. Family rumor has it that we are also part Native American. My family moved from Michigan to San Francisco, where we lived for many years. It was there that I first connected with Latin music and the Spanish language. I have been blessed with three beautiful children (2 boys, 1 girl). For many years I worked as a legal librarian for several major firms, and then as a manager for a medical office. Currently, I am an Anthropology major at Bakersfield College working towards a teaching credential. In my "spare" time, I enjoy reading, dancing, writing, cooking, needle arts, and of course - music. Before my inspiration appeared, I was terror stricken when having to write anything longer than a grocery list or post card. However, all that has changed and now in the year 2000 AC (after Chayanne), words pour from my heart and I am powerless to stern the tide. Please read and share them with me. Kathy

Contenido (Contents)

As Day Broke

First Fruit

Longing

Passions

One Desire

Bees

As day broke, we walked
in love's trance,
on that beach enchanted.

The sun shone on the water
like glass, beauteous,
blue-green, unimaginable.

We lay still, our bodies
yet wet entwined,
tangled tense with hot heat.

No words left us,
only rough sounds,
breathless, then silence.

I care only
for the beating of your heart,
your gaze upon me.

Walk with me again,
the moon now risen,
love's beach enchanted still.

As my beloved embraces me,
I shall sleep
and dream of heaven,
where the essence of lovers
and the souls of poets
are wont to abide.
The first glance
from my beloved's eyes
was like a seed
sewn in my soul
The first kiss
from his lips
like a bloom
upon the tree
that is this life.
And so our love grows....
the sweet fruit
of that first bloom
of that first seed.

How I long for your embrace
The touch of your lips upon my skin
The warm firmness of your body pressed close to mine
Your scent, just soap and water
And that which is intrinsically you
The light in your eyes so bright and true
One look of which sends me
Trembling like a little girl
I tell myself that these feelings
Can not be true
But merely are, and have no why

This sweetest of passions
Has come over me
As a whisper

It's siren song calls to me
Stronger day by day
Haunts me in the night
Speaks to the center of my heart
And is the only thing
That calms my soul

It sings in my blood
Though I try to deny it
My mind returns
Again and again
To this beautiful passion

It is in my body, my skin
And will not be denied
Can you hear?
It calls to me even now

Anoint me with the red of your roses
perfume my hair and body
with their pungent essence
My heart in your hand.

Burn within me,
like a blazing candle
in the open window
that is your soul.
Bid me come home to your arms.

Without laughter or rest
With no food but the look in your eyes
radiant, shining to feed my soul
I await you.

Longing with one desire
I beg you, free me
from the constant darkness
of this lonely night.

It is without moonlight.
Without the honey of your mouth,
the warmth of your body.
Without you.

Our mouths together,
like bees in flight,
eating sweetness

Cover me with kisses,
warm butterflies.
The curves of your lips
haunt me.

My mouth does not regret
the taste of you, ardent salt
thick with life.

Your body rises again,
to meet my parted lips.
Moist trembling, I enfold you
your sweet surrender complete.