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Dawn Richardson Dec 2016
Captivate

My jealousy is understated,
Desires that have not been sated,
I will captivate you.

Place your gaze upon my lips,
Rhythmic motion of my hips,
I will captivate you.

Fiery embers behind my eyes,
Passion is the bond that ties,
I have captivated you.

You will think that you have won,
But in the morning I’ll be gone,
My memory is in your arms,
I did not mean to cause you harm,
But you captivated me.

My jealousy was overstated,
Behold the mess I have created,
Now I don’t captivate you.

12/26/2016
Dawn Richardson Jan 2016
Silliness personified,
Amber eyes, ginger locks.
Vivacious and free-spirited
As she radiates
Never-ending energy.
Nocturnal wanderings in the twilight
As she reaches for the shooting stars,
H**olding her dreams so near.

1/17/2016
an acrostic about my beloved seed
Dawn Richardson Jan 2016
Organized chaos,
Randomly designed order,
Universal law.

1/17/2016
Dawn Richardson Jan 2016
Gaseous pockets of fire
Across the midnight void.
Lunar orbs in elliptical motion
Attract the mother planet
Closer to the sun.
Titanium white sparks form as
Iridescent rocket refuse
Collides within fields of
Atmospheric strongholds,
L**ighting up the sky.

1/17/2016
Dawn Richardson Jan 2016
From a tiny seed,
Cultivated on the vine.
You fed hedonistic need,
Turning grapes into wine.

Sun-ripened botanicals,
Coated with white snow,
Reactive chemicals,
Delicious moscato.

Metabolic complexity,
Antioxidant neveau,
Oxygenic activity,
Bubbly pinot grigio.

Crisp and refreshing,
Cheeks become sanguine.
Acidic and effervescing,
Behold, fruit into wine

1/17/2016
Dawn Richardson Jan 2016
Nestled in bed is the family of mine.
The mice are alive in the walls,
Scritch, scratch, scritch.
This is my time to rise.

Manic are the dreams
That course through my mind.

Ghosts of the past, be free tonight!
Keystrokes fire in rapid succession.
Release these demons,
So that I may rest.

The sun is rising,
I am falling,
Fast, fast, asleep.

1/17/2016
Dawn Richardson Jan 2016
Microfleece nighties and cottony socks,
Squeezable soft like a carnival teddy bear.
Rituals of the night we perform,
Brush, brush, your silken hair.
Brush, brush, your milky teeth.
Kiss, kiss, your tender cheeks,
Hug, hug, you tiny squeeze.
Breathe in the intoxicating scent of your sleepy innocence,
Shampoo and skin, breathe in, breathe in.
Lights out, door ajar.
Sweet dreams, my angel.

1/17/2016
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