Actions Of A Stranger

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According to you, all that’s missing is a cape.
But your contribution is the bare minimum.
Turmoil abounds, and where are you?
You need a signal in the sky to see what’s
right there in front of you?

Emotional maintenance means nothing to you.
So many opportunities for growth missed or ignored.
My needs are on stand-by, yours apparently met.
And you’re still smiling and laughing while
it’s chilly in here. You never bring a coat.

So why are you acting like you’re a hero?

Slow Burn

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it starts as if a fantasy
every box checked
he’s perfect
don’t you know

slowly…
deliberately…

it becomes a trap
from which you
can’t escape
easily

you become disabled
in the head
so you’ll stay
out of need

still thinking it’s love
but knowing something’s off
the courage and independence
fighting to be recognized

that’s not love
it’s a cage

mistook nice
as being invested
mistook attentive
for genuine care

but the details of todays
are boring
the atmosphere thick
with silence

the possibilities become a dead end

Disparate Beings

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Our exteriors present a line of similarities.
A million influences offer up different presentations.

Variety is the spice of life. Or so they say.

Some are kind.
Or evil.
Or mean.
Or liars.

Some are immature.
Or honest.
Or hard-working.
Or decent.

Some talk openly.
Or hide.
Or cheat.
Or pretend.

Some are rude.
Or helpful.
Or giving.
Or caring.

Some are decent.
Or takers.
Or users.
Or slime.

More like butting heads with what we can’t align with.

Worth it? So many years are wasted trying.

Let’s teach our children to find the alikeness for connection, with some.

To choose the respite from the struggle of interdependence with the dissimilar.

Getting along without giving up anything that shaped us, with some.

Let’s help to create an environment of peace.

For with some, it happens.

Originally published on WP 1/28/18

Longing

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warm memories
of past encounters
fill my mind
creating a rich tapestry
on a cold night

my mind’s eye begins to unlock
the hidden shivers of bygone days emerge
my breasts, like the excitement, budding
mentally opening further
inhaling you deeper into my senses

remembering the path of your hands
the trail of your moist lips
on my body
the powerful emotions
grasping us both

gentle caresses
hungry kisses
powerful desires

the exquisite euphoria
felt for a brilliant moment
lasting a lifetime
amplified in my essence

it’s hard to forget perfection
in a lover’s kiss
and urgent needs