please kiss my nice full lips
an touch my soul down deep
run your hands down my hips
as we erotically will reap

the sweet endless benefits
of making our love
and creating combining
while our love is divining,
from the stars up above

an we slowly
become like sweet sweet
poetry in slow motion
as we give into the dark night
an our lover's sweetest potion

grateful for the hand we now hold
until the last an dying day of our old
in times of our warm
an our real bitter cold
until all the words said
an every story's been told,

to have you forever
and eternally
we are entwined
our poetry in slow motion
is your heart in mine.

Ma Cherie © 2017

like a building without a facade
a church without a door
I stammer
utter a false prologue
made up in a backyard of days
past
sandbox hopes red skins sweltering
where we never tired
just played
with matchbox cars
and saved all our popsicle sticks
making lanes
in the dirt
until  mama called dinner
and we ate pork chops beaming
those days I cherish
now I
sit on the couch
reminiscing

We walk around in the illusion of control, like Ants in a farm. Round and round we revolve on a Merry Go Round of fantasy. Each of us secure in the fact that we can decide to make changes at will. All the while, the earth turns and the wind blows and with one tiny change in direction a cool breeze becomes a Tornado or a tropical wind becomes a Hurricane and like Ants we scramble to save what we think is precious to us, yet we are simply swept away in the tide of confusion as our delusional bubble is burst. Confounded, we grasp at the straws of reality and in an abrupt instances, we realize that we are truly masters of nothing.

Like an old man's years
The days are shrinking
As nights grow long and bold
Ready to own their part of the year
That's when memories
Come knocking for me

Down the trembling years
All those lives ago
I see them wide-eyed and fresh
Falling from the sun
Running too fast through life
And reaching the end too soon
Crashing through the moon
And I have lived long enough
To be part of their journey
And too long for my own

                                  By Phil Roberts

this emptiness still smells of you.

i tell myself im feeling better.
no social media
no outside distractions
just me and my mind.

ive made quite a few changes in these seemingly eternal summer months
ive changed my diet
changed my thinking
my sleep schedule
my hobbies and interests
even my wardrobe.

ive made all these changes
ive gotten out of my head (for the most part)
so if ive made all these changes and if im doing all of these new and better things
why do i still feel so low ?

i feel low not as in sad
no sad is too simple, too cliche, too blase
i feel low as in my heart will start to clench and struggle to beat
my breathing gets shallow
my thoughts are dulled and become sullen and narrow
like im on the verge of a never arriving panic attack

so tell me if im filled with no responsibilities no standards to hold myself to
filled with a sense of freedom and "peace" as many would say
how come if you asked me to today
i still couldnt put my so called peace on a scale of 1 to 10 ?