Inspiration: And old friend
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
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
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,
I will always be buck enough to conquer you
I won't get lost like the hopeless do
and look to you for life.
You're simply the reflection
of my sunshine
of my moonlight.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Inspiration: A friend of mine who is a beautiful writer wrote an essay that brought up some old memories.
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
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
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
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
That only wanted to be laced with your
So openly I have no regret.
And ultimately there can’t be a me
I take my life too.