Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
I am tired,
Of the painful ache,
Of just,
Just always being out of reach of
A goal,
A something
A something good
That I have patiently waited for…
Desire is a sort of test,
A distraction;
What is not meant for you
Will not come,
No matter how long one waits;
What is meant
Will not pass you by.
Patiently, I bide my time.
My favorite songs
Are my self-fulfilling prophecies:
I like him,
He likes me,
But we’ve got baggage,
And he’s got a “her”,
Again;
Incompatibility
From the start
But damn it was love and passion
And heart,
It wasn’t a lie
Until we both turned,
Claiming “too hard to try” anymore,
Your fault,
My fault,
Confused;
Tears and anger coincide
I want to hate you,
Want to have you
want to love you,
To again collide;
But they say it’s too late,
Too much said and done,
Both burned
too many times
3 bottles he drank
3 hours (almost) they spoke
After
Leaving restaurant waiters
Wondering,
About that first table…
That left in separate cars,
Buy never left
each
other.
Only 1 had beer, but
Both left intoxicated
By the Spirits shared
Of mind, body, and breath;
Left secretly wondering
What happens
Next
Innocent desire
no harm, no foul,
all in its right time.
That’s the way love goes
It’s not about the physical
alone
It’s about something that transcends all we know so well
all we know too well
and here we are in this virtual space
and i know
the desire was never a sin
it was a symptom of the pull
of being so close
But then
often derailed,
I wrote this long before I even knew what it would feel like
to be loved and pulled in a way that…
or wait, I did know. I knew the juvenile version,
In innocence
a purified, clear love
that had no expectations
no demands.
and here we are
so very close, and yet so far,
in all directions,
cycling closer moment by moment.
I’m impatient. How do you wait
when so, so very close?
i feel your calm,
and humor
in seeing me squirm
for something i am so positive you have known
for so very, very long
and you soothe me, not to worry
malfunctioned
by scarred and loose wires
or
Overwhelmed
By crossing hearts
Heady with desire
For weighed bodies engaged,
Immersed in one another,
Heat of anticipation coaxed away with gentle nudges,
Touch, rhythmic rubbing
Of souls
in need for each other’s liberation,
Pleading into open mouths
for release
Becoming lost
Deep, deep,
Deeper in the abyss of ecstasy.
Delirious,
It’s how I feel,
When I know you’re looking,
Salaciously,
I ponder which part of my soul,
To undress,
While you watch.
She of Letters 