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 Feb 2017 storm siren
L B
I stood in the February snow
the freezing sleet
no boots
no coat
Steam wafting off my fury

My father read the lie
two hundred yards away
and walking toward me

So I owned it
told it
With a snarl
Without a flinch
Both knowing

I held my ground before him
and wore the red of his hand
on my face for a week
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There were five of us kids.  I was the only one who ever did anything like this.  It was like my father needed someone to stop him sometimes.

My father asked, "What are you doing out here?"
I lied,  "Getting some air."

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1801472/the-mayor-of-wesson-street/
Maybe some day we will dance
Holding hands in disbelief
As tears of joy
flow from our eyes
While the field of flowers
will cheer in salute
Maybe our eternity
will come to an end
And our day will come
to begin . . . just maybe

Just maybe I hope
beyond my dreams
Waiting for the one you love
 Feb 2017 storm siren
kaycog
Look, I'll be there, okay?
Friday morning.
Won't be late
Nope, not this time
I promise.

Why do you give me that look?
Don't worry, trust me
I've got this
I'll remember
everything, always.

You're doubting me aren't you...
You don't have to
There's no need
This time is completely different
Just relax.

Again? Stop that.
We've gone over this
I told you
You have nothing to worry about.
No, nothing at all.
She walks through the corridors of my mind
Leaving nothing but longing behind
My god how could I have been so blind
Not to see this woman in front of me..
The entire time.
 Feb 2017 storm siren
kaycog
I've got a high key level of confidence
and one heartbreak sense of dominance
to knock the wind right from your lungs
steal ground right off your feet
I've got a hardened way to drown you out
see how I did that?
Just cut you out.
replaceable?
Not even.
More like not needed
(If we're being dishonest)
Does not mean I am a *****.
Yes, ******* is fun. Bianca tells me so,
Greg too, and his crew.
You think so,
we all do, but I want more.

It all starts the same, with an ordinary encounter.
She starts with her name and where she's come from.
I want to hear about her life;
her home/ her heart.
You know that saying.

I can feel curiosity filling me,
The ropes of our bond tighten with each word.
I ask him questions, just to hear him speak.
I stare deep; behind his eyes, undivided.

His company gives me purpose,
Gives me ecstasy.

I can see her everything.
The walls she's built, tore down to rebuild;
The preciousness of what she protects.

We are nothing but human.
We need love, companionship, friendship.
That does not make me a *****.
No.
"No" is to know to stop.
You don't know
So you don't stop.
As always,
I am down.
You're the top.
You won't stop.

*Go.

"Go" is to know to walk.
Don't pressure me.
Don't talk.
Get dressed and walk.

No..
You're the top.
I wrote this 11.2.13 in my book. I had folded the page over in half to hide the writing. Today, I opened it.
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