Love Lost

I’m somewhere in the in-between of holding on and letting go

I’m neither here nor there as my mind ponders what to do

If there’s a whole world out there waiting to take my hand

It’s too bad I can’t take control of what’s happening in this land.

I’m trying to let you go but how many times must my love be tried

The silence and blank stare from your dark eyes, could it be a lie?

Has the love disappeared once and for all- please tell me it’s not true.

I loved you the moment I saw you- your muscular body was my refuge

I grew up with you, had your babies, and now I’m just someone you knew.

Swallow

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If I saunter slowly under the moonlit sky will you stop me and swallow me whole?

Your sweet presence surrounds me squeezing away any hope I had of escaping

I love your warm lips and the feel of your kiss and the way your mouth explores my neck

I love your strong shoulders and tan, muscular chest and the way your hands fondle my breasts

Take me back, take me away, take these tears and fears and run with me to an unexpected place

If you take me under the moonlit sky, sweep me off my feet, stop me and swallow me whole

I will love your warm lips while they explore my neck and beg you to touch me some more.

 

Stiletto

This seems to be one of my most popular fun creations. Enjoy!

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Me, me, wanna be

Fancy face and carefree

Oh my, my- with my head held high

Stiletto heels, showing off these thighs

This lady dawned a party dress

And I’ll bite your lips for much less

Stuck on thoughts from a former life

Hope you’re happy with your hapless wife

No, no, no more strife

Mice in your pie! Feel my spite!

Police carried me to the Home

And they don’t let me loose to roam

Padded rooms and bolted doors

Shooting me up with metaphors

Literary genius I wanted to be

Birds slam the window, I’m not free.

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Inner Monologue

Why am I not good enough? I don’t understand. Except, there’s this. I’m not thin. I’m not smart. I don’t reach for your hand. I stare at your mouth and then look away- remembering every day. I’m a stupid bitch and a selfish little thing. I can’t please you, why do I try? Everything I say and do you say you see the truth. My reality is different and I think you know the rouse. No matter though, this whole languid Greek tragedy is over.

Out the Window

I’m looking for myself today because I’m all alone* I glance out the window and think of my former home *Where have I gone, What have I done, I bend down and pick up a stone*He’s rejected me again, I’m pulling out my hair, will I ever learn? *The rain begins to fall and tempers start to flare*The sound of anger in his voice and his callous stare just breaks my heart and brings me tears*I’m looking for myself today, as he decided not to love me, and is no longer here.

Cranberry Lips

Cranberry lips leave a thin line around the rim

He doesn’t remove it- thinks it’s hot and I’m fine

Wet lips explore his mouth and he tastes me like sweet candy

Relishing the intimate moments we’re daring to share

In the quiet of the moonlight we take our time to touch

To feel his large hands cupping me it’s almost. too. much.

Love or lust? Does it matter? Do I care?

His dark eyes and warm tan body makes me want to sin

Suddenly we are skin to skin and my hand rubs up and down him.

Insomniac

She grips the pillow tightly like someone may come in the room and take it. Not the one under her strawberry blonde hair, of course, but the one her boyfriend lays on. It’s comforting this cold night. She listens to the low hum of the fan that’s constantly running and that steady droll makes her feel better. There’s a loneliness when the dark world has their eyes shut and you’re the only one awake.

Write something! Break this long, fucking dry spell of writer’s block-even if what comes out completely sucks. Your few fans may understand, being writers themselves. If they laugh at you-you’ll never know it! Hold that head high! Just remind them you’re a stoic poet with a slight sense of humor. And maybe they will come back and read more another day…