Mon Plaisir?

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My service, companionship, and support – you get all you need.

My rewards are few and far between.

Me, I’m just waiting here for the next command.

Why am I here?

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Fake, Not Dope

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Presenting the gaggle, yes you.

Oh, do keep your insincerity down.

You sit and throw compliments at each other.

Faux kisses languishing in the air.

So loud as to not be believed.

You support nothing but your own agendas.

Every group has a leader who runs them.

One kowtows in silence for rewards of pleasure.

Another wants to be liked to the detriment of others.

The other doesn’t want to go against the crowd.

What a group of insincere cowards.

You spout off privately “reality, being genuine, love.” then act like little plastic dolls.

You wouldn’t know what real was if it hit you in the face.

Oh yeah, it has, but you dismiss it.

Authenticity doesn’t really fit in your group, or?

Well, fuck you.

Real people don’t hang with fake bitches anyway.

Connected

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There’s a substantive intimacy in nature. It’s filling.
The smell of earth satisfying and rejuvenating.

The wind enveloping you in its invisible caress.
Touching without, healing within.

Hello, beautiful bird on a sunny day!
Seeing you brings me joy and a smile.

The smile of someone engaged.

I feel my best friend at that moment.
And I miss her.

It’s me looking through her eyes, but she’s not there.
For a moment I could cry.

From her, I learned the wisdom of these significant bits of the day.

She’d be in that moment with me graciously approving
and being grateful for the beauty of our surroundings.

My friend would love you too, beautiful bird.

And I love her.

**This piece selected to guest blog! Thank you, Natasha Tungare!