For The Taking

Preferential steering,
     Though target is veering.
Almost splitting seams,
     Rushing to catch the sun beaming.

Capturing ceilings, develop
     Concealing, mental portraits
Of what it’s about.
Hypnotic feelings, rise,
   Ever leaning towards the unreal,
Till she looses what was found.

Hope, sometimes a euphemism for denial.
Passing judgement in that,
which is yet to be trailed.
Ecstatically grasping at treasures enticingly veiled.
Enticingly yours for the taking.

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As One

I lie between the sheets with her sometimes,
She sounds my soul.
When my mind was filled with pain or fear,
She licks me clean as a fresh baked bowl.

When I can’t hold her hand,
I call for her in words untold.
With telepathic expertise, she
Navigates my folds.
Till, like a flower, become seed,
My petals fall, unfurled.

Even when she’s not with me,
I look for her behind the scenes.
I breathe for her, as she can’t breathe.
I see for her, what she shows me.

I love plain paper, as a lover.
As a friend, like my brother.
And we will be, forever
Two as one.

Passing Tides

I would like to testify…
To the little proclaimed fact,
That conversation, is a part of foreplay.
You see, I need to build, a beautifully founded fantasy,
On the impressions you leave with me.

I can erect a makeshift tent,
In which we can shelter our bodies,
In the illusion of intimacy…
But I recently remembered that I’m not for rent.
So I’m a little too busy for the energy
to invest in a fallacy.

I love the chase.
The sweat on my arms from the hunt,
Makes the taste of the meat amazing,
Lasting,
Filling,
Grasping.
Till, as it should,
It leaves me dazed.

It may take some time,
For the fruit on a tree to ripen,
But pick too soon, and you’ll have missed your chance
at a gushing, explosion,
As ready reward for your patience.

So, take your foot rule,
And measure your options.
If you don’t think your ready to wait,
I don’t think I’ll ever be ready.
The weight of a stone,
Is not measured by it’s speed in a tide,
But by how long,
You can hold onto it.

Free.

Disbelief engulfs me,
Entirely.

Lovingly embracing me,
smothering and drowning me
As I drift, lonely.
Free.

Had no idea, I was that vulnerable.
No idea I was at risk.
No plan to face, this kind of twist.
and, knowing me,
An end to love doesn’t exist.
Never learned to put it in past tense.

So here we go,
Again heartbroken.
Without the claim to say I was stolen.
I must have gotten onto my own rollercoaster.
Gone off with my fantasies of you.
Without you.
Because if you were who I thought I knew.
You would not have deserted my view,
Without warning.

So I’m stagnant in this pain that’s soaring through,
The hopes you built and tore through.

I did.
I expected more of you.

Life being what it is, it must go on.

Tumbling on.
Oblivious to the cracks in the earth that
That spread apart my path.

So on, it is.
There’s corn to mill.
There’s cows to milk
There’s morning dew.
Life will always have spaces to fill.
There are sadder thoughts,
Than you.

So on we go, individually.
As I dangle.
Painfully.

Free.

Are You Serious?

You asked me out to eat,

Sat me down, apron in lap.

Then popped out and left through the back.

 

Are you serious?

We were on a walk down the park.

Enjoying the trees,

When I turned round to catch a good whiff, off the breeze,

You were gone!

Are you serious?

 

Really? But I can’t seem

To gather, how serious you could be?

When I haven’t the chance,

to hear you talk to me.

So I’m pending dismissal, indefinitely

 

Are you serious?

 

I was leaning on you affectionately

So I couldn’t stand straight

Aside the vacuum you gave.

Every ring on my phone is an anticipation

Of the chance that there may be some conversation

I’m not very happy at all.

 

Time waits for no man, much less a girl.

So there happens to be more on my plate.

If I have it my way, peace will be made.

At least to admit that my heart did a swirl.

That there’s open passage to forgive.

That you put a smile in my world.

Please.

Be serious!