Bud

Inspiration: And old friend
Word: Acknowledge

For a while now, I've wanted to write a poem to you,
not a thank you, but an acknowledgment.

I allow you to move me
similarly I use you
I look to you for compassion
honesty
lustful love- still remaining true
I asked you to acknowledge me too
recall our long summers
of warm baths
and morning stories
I love our morning glory
and how the wine sinks down deeper
when I'm riding you
We be, the three of, cool together
The thick warmth of Moscato
with the dry heat from you
sizzle me like I'm dancing the Rumba
or a Jazz Ballet on pointed toes
I love when I giggle
release openly
You're an old friend
I normally trust you
but I can never really give you my heart
nor give myself to you,
or give into you
allow you to abuse me,
too.
I will always be buck enough to conquer you
I won't get lost like the hopeless do
and confused
and look to you for life.

You're simply the reflection
of my sunshine
the afterglow
of my moonlight.

Bittersweet Poetry

Inspiration: A friend of mine who is a beautiful writer wrote an essay that brought up some old memories.

Word: Bittersweet 

I feel like I have stains on my cheeks

from where tears lay faithfully

Where they dream swim and breathe-

I drank bittersweet wine

twisted into rhymes rained down on moleskins.

My pen goes in. 

I’m writing about you again.

I’m sittin’ at home without you again.

But you where never here though-

That was just a miss-recalled memory

Caused by you haunting me-

I want you to hurt me,

Cut me wide op-en deep-ah

Bittersweet poetry

It’s the most emerging emergency

I’ve lost my head for you

Been lost in you-

Sometimes I scream out openly

In public with folks around

Sometimes I bang at my head in my sleep

Sometimes, there is no sleep.

Sometimes, you are my sleep.

Sometime, we should sleep

Together.

Arm in arm, head

On one pillow.

This can no longer happen now

That thought was before I took you

Took your breath

Made you dead-

See If only

you were out of my head

If only

I could get you out of my head.

I couldn’t kill the thought

so I took my heart instead-

Now I stare like lady Macbeth

And wish away blood stained

Hands

That only wanted to be laced with your

Hands

So openly I have no regret.

And ultimately there can’t be a me

Without you

So willingly-

I take my life too.