lay with me instead
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
Always chasing the delirium…
I Was A Fool
My Judgment Was Blurred
Thinking Us Soulmates
Was So Absurd
Drunk On Your Kisses
And Lost In Your Eyes
Longing For Love
I Believed All Your Lies
Craving Your Touch
And Sweet Ecstasy
In Love With Love
And The Fantasy
I Took A Gamble
I Rolled The Dice
I Did What I Did
I Paid The Price
I’m Still A Fool,
I’d Do It Again
My love, I have found you.
I want to make love to you from feet to sweet lips.
Your brightness and sadness I need to know.
I want us nude, heart and mind free.
The hot and humid nights.
Allowed us to sleep with no secrets.
We are complete like a flowing river.
I yearn to touch your face, your breasts, your waist.
In the heat of the night.
My feet touch your feet…
My lips touch your lips…
I’m yours and you are mine.
My lovely one.
You are my only sweet dream.
Your love enchanted my soul.
I kiss your feet, your knees, your stomach.
Caress your curves and whisper.
Why are you so kind to me?”
poor mia, i’ve left her with scars
and tears and whispers in her ear
our last night in st. louis, the end of a tumultuous era
i turn, heading in the direction of my car
i feel her sad eyes on the back of my head, they sear
my heart races
she knows i still care
even now with me being a giant ass
my actions making me seem crass
but it’s just how things have to be, and now are
my wife said ‘end it, ace,
or risk a monumental financial loss’, giving me a scare
but i’ll always remember mia’s soft caress
I’ve only done a couple of ‘In One Word Poems’, so I thought I would try my hand at it again with these challenges. Christine – Stine Writing posted about this interesting form a while back.
The rules are:
In addition, I wrote this piece from a man’s perspective, something I usually don’t do.
Those desired cast a spell with their love potion, intoxicating us even at a distance.
A yellow-eyed man asked me once
what it was I favored
in older women
I told him
it’s something in their faces
the shape of their bodies
how their bones knit songs
as if all the years they have lived
have built a testimony
to the potency of woman
I’m weak-kneed in the presence of
strong women, vulnerable women
singers, poets, artists, thinkers
the myriad ways of woman
how breasts find their shape
and colors change with seasons
hair grows long with streaks of grey
eyes own brevity
the smile remains that of a girl
rendering me hot cheeked
I feel the purposing of womanhood
like a blanket
though my contracted heart cannot
own more than a singular affection
i’m not like you, falling in love monthly
I could count on my fingers the times
a girl turned my head and my heart
all the way around
and when you wear that red skirt
you know the one
with the ruffles and the midnight cast
and dip your feet in the river
the glint of your ankle chain catching the stars
you could be twenty or you could be seventy
and I’d lead you by the hand
back to our tent, among the trees
all facing the sky in prayer
and lay you down beneath me
a lotus opening her mouth
to the glory of being alive
with lips like you just ate wild berries
and a tongue tasting of laughter
I drink you in
I drink you in
the elixir of your existing
even as we sagged against
the enormity of surviving
perhaps it’s that shape I love best
how well you make enduring
He touches her
without touching her.
He holds her
without holding her.
He knows her
without knowing her.
He calls her
and her soul answers.
So often we neglect to share our feelings or open our hearts to opportunities the truth can be spoken. Fear, perhaps? The insecurities or thoughts of rejection we may experience seem to guide us. But as Sarah Bareilles’s song Brave spells out quite nicely – “Let the words fall out.” May they not only remain bound in a journal. Do open up, do share your thoughts, and be amazed at what you can learn, experience, and feel!
So many silent, untold stories
in yesterday’s leftover footprints,
in this morning’s sunrise-silhouetted
figures in the distance.
I am a people watcher,
always curious about
collectively and within each
When the stage lights are unlit
and the microphone off,
I wonder about each’s
private feelings and thoughts.
We are not actors
on life’s stage;
we are each keepers
of our own private plays,
longing to be brave enough
to raise the curtain, so you
may get but a glimpse
of a scene of what we’ve
been going through.
So many footprints and silhouettes
so little we know of the bodies’ souls
leaving the tracks.
What lies inside the impression,
what lies within the shadow,
those are the mysteries
I continuously wonder about.
Which footprint seeped love,
which footprint seeped grief,
which figure is weeping,
which figure rekindling dreams?
Hearts upon sleeves
are taken up by the wind,
feelings in chests
locked and buried again.
So many untold stories,
so many opportunities passed,
to initiate conversation with another
and simply ask.
Today when I saw you leaving,
I knew, I will never see you again.
It’s too late, I never dared to talk to you,
We will remain strangers. Forever.
No path crossing, you will never know me.
And I know nothing about you,
But I will never forget you.
Real love is eternal, isn’t it?
heart broken into a million pieces,
agony inside, the time in-between
now and then, set aside
for a moment, like an eternity, dreaming
of other scenes, can’t possibly be reality, pulling
me down into this demise…
watching your hand leave mine, fingers outstretched
into another time, breaking solidity,
the filament continues to flicker, wavering
in the night sky, pulling me towards belief, I
remembering your face, holding you in arms, wide,
trying to make another sky
and portal to an alternative world, where the two
remain together, not ever bidding each other
instead, remain together they do,
by simply saying
I love you…
Their hands intertwined
hearts allied, destiny and fate,
smirked at a distance.
We fear not being loved. Yet in other relationships, love is so hardcore and evident. Why is great love always at the extremes of the spectrum?
the word I
wish whispered most is
I understand why she wanted
To walk away from this world
Why, when death started knocking
She opened the door and let him in.
She was tired of all the moments that her heart broke
She was tired of mustering all her strength to put it back together
She was tired of the endless fear
The chipping away of her plaster encased heart
And the fragile contents within.
When death came knocking
She smiled and opened the door
“I’ve been waiting for you” she said
“Take me, death. I have grown impatient”
What torture this life has been
The never ending strive for better
And tender fingertips
Passionate kisses were never so hard to find ..
A man that would throw her heart around
Was always around the corner
But when morning comes
And the truth invades
She wished that she could not exist
She wished that she could tear through the temporary comfort that softened her fall
She wished she could rip through her own skin
Make herself inside out
Bleed until she slept an endless nap
She wanted to break faces
Hear her echoed screams
Burn a house down to its bones
Why was life so difficult?
Why was happiness a foreign language,
That surfaced so few and far between?
She wanted it all to stop
Her beating heart
And then death came knocking at her door
She smiled her own mischievous smile
And said ..
From my perspective, these two pieces describe two very different relationships – one fulfilling and the other empty – types that all individuals have probably experienced. One, the other, or both. So, passion-less or passion-filled, what’s your current relationship?
I’ve loved before.
That’s what lovers do.
Never the problem,
just the flue.
My heat rising
closed the vent.
But my match,
to my intensity,
my molten form
held so tenderly.
I still love them all
for that’s what lovers do,
but so grateful each
closed that flue.
My fire is now
a type of glow
when I was finally able
to feel being held,
and the way he made me
along the way,
blue and white
I don’t miss you, but I miss your vibes I miss the connection I thought I can vibe on my own I thought I can vibe to the music of nature no matter my mood But how silly I’m, I can vibe to nothing when I miss your vibes If I say I miss you, I miss you that badly as I love you that madly Call me insane that I can never get you out of my head no matter how you treat me Each and every nooks and corners of my cells are craving for your vibes But never you knew how privileged you are in my heart Never you knew how important you are to me Come back and hug me as usual Hug me and squeeze me as always. I don’t say that I miss you But deep in my heart I miss a piece of my smile. I miss your vibes I miss the connection Come back and hug me as usual Also published on Medium