Archive for December 28th, 2010
Bring Your Brilliance
Perfection slinking away,
Draped in liquid enthusiasm.
I want her to come back to me.
But she is too fantastic.
Her slink is hot.
I want to jump up and down
On the floor with her,
To and fro, in and out.
She would do me
On the floor
She would take me into
The darkest places.
She would show me fire,
Blow me to heavenly
Her slink is hot.
She would take me,
Make me follow.
I would be a puppy,
Cocking my head each way,
Straining to track her mind,
Listening to every
I submitted this for One Shot Poetry Wednesday (Week 26). One Shot is terrific with lots of great people participating – Head over there!
The Priority of Strutting Freedom
When I try to log the day,
The black cat always presents herself.
She is barely known and has little impact,
But she is first.
The dogs announce her presence.
They are always angry,
Envious, jealous, resentful.
Sometimes, she struts to the door
as if she were about to ring the bell.
She wonders independently aimless,
She gets food dedications, free from
Soft Pillows of Loving Safety
It is dark and we are under covers.
My legs and hands feel
A beautiful pearl-white softness,
Smooth and ready to glide on air.
Strings mixed beyond recognition,
A power and strength in those legs.
Small, tense, smooth warmth
From her ass. Her feet and legs
Comfort and grab me.
How they grab, I do not know,
But there is safety.
Shuddering waves streak
From her body to mine.
My finger tips and the padding
Of my thumbs glide and explore
Her breasts. We kiss and press and
Kiss and press.
We tell each other it is right
If this never stops.
At some point, it stops so that we can
Rest in a soft pillow of loving safety.
She scoots the back of her body into
The front of mine, and we sleep
Mashed and tangled gently, smoothly.
Longing for Hurt
Why do I fondly miss
The one who threw me away?
Why do I long for the one
Who loved receiving my trust
And then betrayed every confidence?
I do not feel insane.
I am troubled and alone,
But I am not insane.
I long for life and engagement.
But I am glad she is gone.
Safe is coming back, my heart steady.
I miss her from a safe distance,
In my sanity cage.
I’m haunted by her radical energy
And she is good enough to know it.
I entered this one for the Thursday Poets Rally Week 36.
Thank you to Jingle for the flattering award!
You Have No Right
Today I believe
In a vengeful
And the Devil
God shouts at me:
You are so broken
You have no right
To judge the