Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #166
as your excitement builds
i’m waiting to be chosen
gingerly examined
and thoroughly scrutinized
i wonder if you’ll be happy
to find the contents within
just as intriguing
as the surprise of discovering i’m yours
go on
open me
find my delights within
let me add joy to your life
i hope i remain your favorite
as more gifts are presented to you
with their packaging more tantalizing
and bows more glorious
will you pick me first
and always
Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #122 – Promises
lean into my soul
hold me with great affection
promises of hearts
I rarely post two pieces by the same poet, but whether recent or older, these seemed to mesh well together. They made me think that those people who are purposefully unique tend to end up being a beloved someone. 🙂
There is always
someone
who is our weakness
Always someone
who breaks through
all our defenses.
Always someone
who leaves us
breathless.
Do not allow yourself
to be defined
or guided
or labeled
or maligned
by your sexuality
your age
your birthplace
or your race
or the proud colour
of your face.
Do not allow yourself
to be judged, measured
or explained
by the dead hand
of tradition
or by the racist misogyny
of religion
or by the empty
expectations
of others
and what they want
to see.
For you
are you
and only you.
Unique
special
beautiful
and free.
Redux
Involved. There. With me.
Right.
So far removed from reality.
I know.
You don’t.
Still fighting the wrong things.
Proudly arrogant.
You go, boy.
You lose, boy.
Growing weary.
Moving on.
Originally published 8/7/2018 on I Write Her.
Redux
I stayed in the background, letting you take center stage.
It’s what you needed.
It’s what I thought you wanted.
It’s what I thought I should do.
My needs took second fiddle.
They weren’t that important.
I was wrong.
You dick.
Originally posted 8/6/2018 on I Write Her.
*From my research, I believe the original image (the right image) was created by the illustrator named. I’m not sure who did the flipped, black image and combined the two.
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It seems to me that when we find the right person or people, we should hold tight. Whether friend or lover, finding a safe harbor in this indiscriminate world gives us peace, comfort, and even strength.
Your skin collects starlight
ebony turns blue in dusk
we curl tighter till no division exists
the pounding emptiness I got so used to
dissolves.
The Artist of my Soul by Jude Itakali
Who are you that sees me so clear
A voyeur who prowls my soul
And drips between its layers
Daring to divulge
Secrets I did not know I had.
How in so short a time
Have you found what none has found in a lifetime
When did you become the artist of my life story
Deftly splodging my pain in patterns across the page
Depicting my fears in adroit designs of nervous hues
Smearing my dreams in lustrous colours and glossy paints
Are you a gift sent to make me whole
A match meant to be
Or are you a curse…
Bait dangled by fate
A taste of what will never be
Jude’s additional thoughts – While writing this, I kept asking myself; can a soulmate be merely a friend (be it a lifelong one), or is a soulmate meant to be a lover or partner?
Relationships are complex, aren’t they? So, so good that we crave them when we are lonely and ready to add the next to the trash heap when we’ve had enough.
Once Around the Sun by Bree & Tom Alexander
Once around the sun
with no touch from anyone
with no fun
Such a strange and lonely time
in the history of this planet
I dream of little moments
like brushing past you on the stairs
your aroma so sweet upon my senses
your hair so finely spun between my fingers
Round and round but never close enough
In my past life
it might be weeks, sometimes
could be months between
those shivering connections
molten to the core
on fire, inside another
But now
I count in “years”…
Heaven knows, we cracked the code
perpetual motion–
Won’t do what we’re told
can’t douse our passion
Forget trying to explain it
I need hands-on demonstrations
You and me
weren’t meant to be alone
It’s been too long
since I worked the buttons loose
on your jeans
It’s so long… since
I pulled your head to my bare chest
let you listen to my heart
Round and round yet never together
Endless motion yet no connection
Now it’s
once around the sun
all these months without touch
without caress
without our fun
How I dream, how I burst
for the memory
of that breathless surrender
eyes connecting
and the quietly blinking pleasure
as I shiver beside
You bite my shoulder
prolong the moment
So many barren seasons, now
O, I’ve been aching for you
My fingers (my nails), my fists (my wrists), so dissatisfied
my arms (my sighs), my thighs (my hips), so prone
Once around the sun
so many months between
without touch
without caress
without undress
without breath
O, an end must come…
As We Kissed… by Tom Alexander (2006)
As we kissed I sensed the change
as we fucked I could feel
that fire dying, brutally sobering…
The next time you called me
I lay motionless, foetal by the phone
already sharpening my excuses…
As we watched that film, I knew
this would be the last we shared
listening for some good dialogue to use…
As you slept so silently that night
I lay awake, forging a letter
to get me out of these games…
The heart wants what it wants…
Never Forget by A Faden Romantic’s Notebook
I will never forget
the adrenaline rush
the catch of breath
the quickening pulse
the sense of destiny
when first you touched
this page.
And I will never forget
my overwhelming desire
to seduce
and steal
and secure
your secret
submissive soul.
Purposely apart by Candice Louisa Daquin
They said, now, don’t spill a drop
I drank you down, an illegal cocktail
and wiped my black cherry mouth without regret
maybe that’s the divider between young and ancient?
Feel the fear and do it anyway, fray the tension
I had fear as a lover since I was a child
but you broke something inside
let out the glass ghost who had long dimmed
a need to feel more than harnessed safety
bristling around the edges like a perpet flame.
Why you? With your arrogant aspect and
the cruelty of no-one special
how I thirsted for your marzipan center
like sugar riddled kid will suck
the cherry fondue before even tasting
you devoured me, intentional or occidental
does it matter?
The slayed self knows no quaint repair
she floats in purgatory watchful of grace.
Then lend me the strength to survive passion
and I will bless you with my shame
that thick cost of it
weighing us down as we walk
purposely apart
eyes that catch as mayflies
and glaze over, fine as sugar powder
the unsaid tempest of an adult heart.
enmeshed, connected
demisexuality
soulmate forever
lay with me instead
she said
her heart yearning for me
shone in her eyes
the rain outside pitter-pattering harmony
as the stretch between us narrowed
my arm embraced the fold of her voluptuousness
the door to my heart opening
the lilies i’d picked for her yesterday
held neatly in the vase on her dresser
maintained the lingering scent in her room
we both inhaled and sighed
the intoxication of everything right
urged me to capture her long legs
and narrow wrists with my embrace
dozing was ever further from our minds
with mounting tension and heavy breathing
like a ship on fierce waters
our bodies rocked with abandon
until we lay wrecked on our bed
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