Accidental Goodness

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Mohammad Metri

Nasty little man, I thank you!
So grateful for the misfortune
of meeting your mind.

You didn’t enhance my life.
Funny how it was enriched anyway,
despite your disgustingness.

You introduced me to my new obsession.
Her music soothes my soul
and ratchets it to higher levels.

I gleefully left you behind
to wrap around the
preciousness enveloping me now.

 

*** I’ve listened to all her music. Not one song has disappointed me yet. I’ve become a huge fan! Give it a listen sometime. 🙂 I hope you enjoy as much as I have.

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Understood

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Do you hear me?
Do you get me?

Feel the urgency,
the intensity?

Do I resonate in your mind?
Does understanding flood your thoughts?

I hope, I wish.
Or will you always back away?

Hide your feelings and your thoughts,
dismissing me.

Letting go, more and more.
Inch by inch, problem by problem.

Can’t you hear that I need you?
I want you.

Lost now in anger, resentment, and fear.
Yours and Mine.

Where’s the connection between us now?
Was there ever one, really?

Can you feel me?
No, I don’t think you can.

Of Value

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Hours spent pressed into your body.
Attached at your hip.

Held strong, and with desire.
Swaying, dancing with love.

Your fingers gentle but bold.
Moving up and sensuously down.

Illiciting whispered praises to you.
Always giving, more.

Easy to pick up.
Harder to put down.

I wish I were a guitar.

Privileged

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I shed my layers of hardness.
The best and the worst of me exposed.
Laid bare all my unspoken evils.
I trusted you’d see me as sane.

My heart wrapped around yours for safe keeping.
Pleasure replaced agony.
Excitement replaced fear.
Love embodied our present.

Am I privileged or are you?

Maybe

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The gift of time, effort, and quality is love.
Intimate sincerity landing softly in the heart.

I’m not receiving what you think you’re giving.

Maybe you don’t understand what love is?
Maybe I don’t know how to receive it?
Maybe I expect too much?
Maybe you don’t give enough?

Maybe I was wrong?

Three Little Words

Don’t say

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but rather…

soothe an ache
hold my hand
watch me sleep
rub my back
make me laugh
be with me
talk to me
play with me
dry my tears
keep me warm
listen to me
don’t be arrogant
kiss my lips
really know me
get me soup
touch without expectation
ease my sorrow
hug my soul
cry with me
dance with me
please be vulnerable
make eye contact
forgive my failings
care for yourself
sex me right
cook us dinner
walk with me
don’t lie, ever
read to me
hold me close
silence my demons
reach into me
never leave me

Kin

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We were damaged early on.
Thanks, Mutti.

Years of pretense.
A lifetime of living with it.

But the truth came out.
You didn’t like me.

That part didn’t hurt.
It’s that you didn’t even want to.

I was good enough to borrow money from though.
Just not appreciated enough to give me the truth.

Family, my ass.