You lie next to me,
Trying to count your despairs,
And I realize we are both in wrong love affairs.
Hey dear, this is all a misnomer,
I’m not here to judge or interfere.
I just like to simmer in your presence
It’s the only I can offer tactic defense.
Don’t believe blindly in future.
Is it really going to be better?
Lend me just one more kiss,
Before we each other dismiss.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
8 AM
It’s time for a square outfit
and
a Smile No.3
I look further in my agenda:
7 PM
My apron is due,
Pizza Hut perfume.
11 PM
I’m a wild cat
with lipstick, cherry red.
So many roles to play:
Daughter, Mother
Sister, Friend
Colleague, Boss
Student, Teacher
Wife, Lover.
So many acronyms to wear:
Miss, Mrs.
B.Sc., M.Sc
Ph.D.
When it’s time for me?
To wear I?
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
Your name.
Wears its own fame.
Starting with B.
I like how B blows out of my mouth.
Like a playful Boo!
child’s ambush from
a hidden corner
or
your surprise from behind,
hands eclipsing my eyes
and kiss in the neck,
wistful sighs.
R likes to roll on my tongue.
Wants to get out -
doesn’t want to get out.
Jumps, bounce of my teeth
and rolls like a train speeding its feet.
S likes to become shhhhh…
when I put my heavy, tired head on your
chest, nest.
All vowels and consonants
are disciplined solders, creating brigades of
syllables,
always ready to march,
when desire knocks on the door of my mouth.
Hurrying deep south.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC
You move like a snake
silently, smoothly, along soft and
from morning dew wet grass.
I found your shed skin beside the lake,
a trace, a mark to follow
already drunk of your sweet fragrance.
There you wait for me on the edge of the woods
but your are a chameleon: every tree, leaf, whisper
of air says your name, hide you, then expose you in twister
and I’m in trance, exhausted of search.
I lean my body on the nearest birch to rest, your alertness
to test.
And there you come,
gorgeous in all your beauty to ****** me with flickering
fiery licks of the tongue that glides over my skin, biting my chin.
I shed my dress, with sky’s bless
Love and Earth, Eden in birth of our desire
endless and restless.
Lake ripples, burbles in sweet aches of waves
upon the gravy shore.
I wake up. I see your peaceful face resting beside mine.
You are a dream of the realm unseen.
There are no descriptors to describe my adore.
I bend to kiss you and hurry to pick up the clothes from the floor.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:28 AM UTC
I glaze a look at the street, from
our apartment window.
You are coming slowly, teetering
one leg in front other, with back slightly hunched forward,
burdened with sleepless nights and yesterday’s undones.
Vibrant spirit once you had is lost, tossed among crowded
train wagons, useless meetings and broken deadlines.
One vein in the left corner of your forehead, swells, pulses in the rhythm
of your dark, fuddled thoughts as unremitting, sprouting baldness
reflects evening lights.
Still, I smile,
for you are here, with me in all this madness
we call life, half diced with wants and haunts that braid
every tomorrow we greet together.
I would like to put you in a different frame, picture of
nor “Yeses” nor “Nos”,
just us, being us, each moment celebrating
without lamenting for what “ifs” or “shoulds” and “coulds”.
Still, I smile,
as I watch you battle your restless leg syndrome,
wrestling to sooth demanding expectations,
lifted bars for higher remunerations, in constant marathon
of best comparison,
for you care, you dare.
I take your hand with eyes of approval,
life’s ****** and gigolette,
ready to play each day’s illusive roulette.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC