Lingering

They fled,
They ran and those who stayed
Eventually were led away

Some gripped
Tight squeeze in belief
Faith a drink to be sipped

Some sank
Pulled under breathless
Trance like, as they drowned in relief

Pure for some
The sleep of the traitor
Logic betraying lust

While the runners run
The stayer's welcome the confusion
Perched on your shoulders--- knocking

Hoping u answer to say "hello, I miss you"

-Alexis J Meighan-

We stood apart for so long before we ever met
Never knowing your voice, never feeling your flesh

Now I sing praise to your brilliance, and settle in your warmth

Went from maybes and ifs to our first kiss
Late night small talk to that unforgettable long walk

Will you meet me tonight? I will
Can you stay the night? I can
Will you take my hand and share my life? I do

From the 1st time I saw you, I was intoxicated
I knew this was inevitable, I spent days waiting

contemplating, negotiating
Then 1st date to soul mates

It started with you under the moon
Everyone thought it was too soon

But we knew the plan
1st kiss in the sand, 1st thoughts on love

Never took a 2nd look back
Now look what we've become

Let's runaway together? Ok
Is tonight the night we collide? I'm eager and ready
Till death do us part? I do

         -Alexis J. Meighan-

@ alexismeighan

Twitter Poem

I get 140 to relay the day
112 now to start the fire
86 steps to say hello now
60 to lift and inspire
37 to go
28 more
7 is a twitter poem

-Xin-

Food for thought
 
My wife’s voice projected as I came through the door. “You’re just in time for dinner.” The last few weeks I’ve been at the gym hoping to regain the luster I once had when being viewed through her beautiful green eyes. I noticed an envelope on the counter from Esquire magazine. I wondered if it was a Winners Notice or a big “Thanks for the effort but maybe next time,” type of deals. Guess it’s time to find out.
 
                                                          ­                                                      -Alexis J. Meighan-

2 addicts in conversation

I've always said the act of love itself from unrequited to world wind is a drug that claims more addicts than all narcotics combine. From the rush to the withdrawals. tears and anticipation to the eruption of having it taken from you. This love drug leaves you a fiend even if you've never participated in its consumption, you pursue, hunt, track and lose your mind for the slimmest of chance in its acquisitions.
Let's take a hit together now and forever. As friends, lovers, partners, and unify.
I feel you! I hear you! Where siblings of the same needle in its lust and retrieval.
-xin-

You are my

You are my top of the world
The steepest climb for the most wonderful reward
Your my northern skies and my sunny optimism
A place I visit when things get too hard

You are my down to earth
The road I traverse for the most wonderful view
Your my solid ground and stable embrace
A place that I can sit to relax and renew

You are my house and home
The place I return to for the most wonderful comforts
Your my weight baring walls and daily indulgence
A place where I know my self worth

Alexis J. Meighan

You can be

You can be the whim
The lucky guess I take that leads to the right path
You can be the drive
The force that pushes me to finish the task
You can be the will
The magnet in me that attracts to your needs
You can be the goodness
The flavor and taste of the sweets on which I feed
You can be the seed
The inception from which I sprout my dreams
You can bet he muse
The plume that moves and expresses my moods
You can be the splint
The brace that mends my concentrations break
You can be the shore
The wave of ****** that leaves me drowned in your wake
You can be the home
The Four walls and roof that shelter
You can be the fabric
The hemmed time that holds the space we share together
You can be the earth
The ground that is firms that steady my pace
You can be just you
The all of the above that took my breath away.

Sometimes they soar
with out leaving the ground
Hold back pain and tears
even when no ones around
They always seemed super human
even when standing still
Some even reach the top
Even when life stole their will
Often there absence
But for some replace by a perfect model
Some became legendary
While others sank to the bottom
Who ever you are dad, father, or role model
Keep it up For the rest that aren't there
Well there's always next year

Xin & Alexis

Manimal
Instinct that breaths with method
Ravage when starved and savage like its lesson
It dreams of its feast
While gorging every piece
Flavor unfulfill

XIN
(Muse furnished by "B")
Friday at 11:07pm

I fought everyday to remain of worth
Seen friends grow wary and fade to after thoughts
I changed from hungry to content
Moved from barely to abundant

All while searching for what was right in front of me
Realized, when You and I became We

I use to take for granted all I was granted
Thought pain and bitter was my only flavor
I went from a slow stride to a sprint
Moved forward and never looked back since

All while overlooking the strength in me
Trained and emerging, when You and I became We

I kept bathing in the blues
washing my conscience expecting the solitude
I went from resent,to respect and virtue
Opened my heart, then made room for you

Swept by your love, the wind,sand and sea
Forever in your favor, when You and I became We.

Ever seen
Ever been
Ever played for a team
Ever day dream
Ever stall
Ever fall
Ever fail
Ever bawl
Ever believe
Ever dream
Ever seen the edge
Ever jump
You will if you've
Ever light a candle and leave the door unlocked
Ever ascend with the one you lay with
Ever lay with the one you play with
Ever play your song for the one you dream of
You won't if you've
Never jump
Never seen the edge
Never dream
Never believe
Never bawl
Never fail
Never fall
Never stall
Never day dream
Never played for a team
Never been
Never seen

       -Alexis J. Meighan-
                  &
                -Xin-

Iknow ilove iappreciate

What I am
When I'm with you
What I see
When your around
What I eat
When you cook for us
What we can afford
When you go work your long days
What a relief I feel
When you come home
What a joy it is
When you run wild with our son
What a drain it can be
When you do so much but have to do a lil more
What a pain it can be
When your in such high demand
What a morning becomes
When you crash into me
What burdens we over come
When you plan and get the ball rolling
What a stronger man I am
When you tell me I can do it
What a home you make for us
When you do what you do
What my life would be like
I wouldn't know with out you

"Strong for her"

Waiting to walk again
Take a stride to the alter
Talk to her
Take time to honor her
Make way for the bride
Take note of her smile
Thank u my love
Waiting for your " I do"
Tall order to walk over to you.
I can’t wait till the "soon"

Alexis J. Meighan

Cradle You

Safe, weak, vulnerable, all the things I feel when you
Place your hand upon my chest.
Your cold soft hands lead by your big warm smile
It reminds me how it feels when it's mended.
Play with me, then lay with me and use it to cradle your head while you rest.
With my arm around you, I want you to feel safe, weak, vulnerable, but knowing
The worst of it, like the day, has ended.
-Alexis-

Bad Poet

***** words
Naughty words
Bad spelling
Grammar like diesel fuel spilling from a rusty ship

      .Period; semi something *astrik and the word ****
Sometimes I curse just to make a sentence worse
Make love and make references to it, now watch the flowers die.  so many lines in there context make truth, argue then make-up and make love once more, keep it to my self, and watch the flowers bloom. I don't even know what ****- §- is.

Bad poet
Sleepless words
Lower case nouns
Then there's this thing §, what is that?

       I love the sound of my own voice? No not really. Though I love to read my own words. Follow them with my fingers and trace their outlines like they were your naked body, hoping the words grant the same feelings as your flesh. The feel of your skin and innocent smile is like a blank page waiting to be defaced.

Bad Poet
Poor choices
Stained paper
Even as the pen dances on the lines in jest its heart is pure in its passion and love for both the words and you.

Bad Poet
               -Xin-

Back to Sunday

With a wince, eyes widen,
There is pain, and wonder
as my brain makes sense of the moment
The unmistakable odor of love making
Burrows into my face
Strong from the night, or maybe just a few hours before
Eyes are adjusted able to glance
The sun plays peekaboo through the blinds
As naked flesh and old ink it highlights
A view from the side as you sleep
I adjust for a closer look rolling toward you
Only to find my arm trapped beneath your nape
So I drape my self around your person's
Hoping to be set free but instead my lips meet
The sweet taste of the skin on your arms
Accidently setting off the soothing grind
Of your **** against parts of mine
Causing growth which
Causes poke which
Causes groan and your hands to *****
Causes memory to refresh that it was the night before
Repeating motions practiced routinely
Just slower
More tender
More indulged like it were to be the last time.
Sunday morning has given us its blessing to begin our day
Though the week continues
We toil, stress, and become a wreck
But we know
We can always go back to Sunday

          Love always
              -Alexis-