don't read me a poem that rhymes
it rings too perfectly
the tuning fork of prose
but if you must to entertain and please
then speak to me in
asymmetries that pull me in
and let me fall into a rhythm
that i can croon to
move and sway for
do that, and we can play
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
something split
and broke
inside me
cracked like
fragments
pieces of
an idea
i served a purpose
i am nothing
i held love
i am empty
all that leaves me
is salt water
and good deeds
what purpose do i fill
if i have nothing to pour?
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
her touch is so gentle
and her hands, so soft.
smoothly, they glide
briefly across
my skin; i breath
her scent into my lungs
deeply
briefly
she must never know
the thoroughness of
my enjoyment of
her fingertips.
fluttering eyelids
and stilled motion
might give me
away, but
even still, she must
never
know
.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
receive me
like radio waves
i'm signaling you
to pick up the phone
log onto
your inner net
I left a message
but don't check it
it's blank
I have nothing to say
I just want
to talk to you
can you feel me?
-s.a.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
i feel like you don't see me
i'm shimmering in the light
but it doesn't catch quite right
i don't cast shadows
i get caught in feathers of wings
and get carried away
like pollen on a bee
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC