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 Dec 2012 Caitlin Drew
Ayaba Babe
I don't want to be in your bed sheets.
And I don't want you tangled up in mine,
I made my bed this morning.
I don't want you in my bed sheets,
Tangled up in them
Entwined
As if they were the vines of lust,
Binding you to the mirage of Us
The vines of love are coated with dust,
It's dangerous.
It's slippery.
Wet like the ocean as soon as you dip in me.
They say the ocean is deep and within it lie secrets...
Kiss me farewell and dive to the bottom of the seven seas just to keep it.
I don't want to go swimming in my bed sheets.
Then they'd be drenched from the high tides of expired desire
I don't want to wring out the deception that you perspire
I don't want to make my bed again.
My laundry is clean.
 Dec 2012 Caitlin Drew
Zoe Mize
I watched you place your hands gently on the surface,
and, one finger at a time, probe into the crust,
dust working its way beneath the crescent whites
of your fingernails.
I sat beside you, though your shoulders turned from me,
while you continued to feel your hands into the cracks
in the crust, deliberately, delicately, so sweet.
I had let the moon’s gravity pull me up toward you,
your boyish smile toying with my body
until I could not resist the month alone on your world,
held in close by the purest space.
But your grin had not been for me —
rather for your lady love, dear Luna,
who filled your softened gaze with her pale glow.
And so, as the moon met the earth once more,
I dug my heels into the dust beneath me
and flew into that void between gravities,
knowing that the earth would embrace me again.
And I will love the moon from far below,
to know that I have seen her in your eyes.
All years leave their mark.
Their darkest marks are their wrongs.
The dishonesty of their leaders,
or the crudeness of their songs.
Every fire has its spark.
Such a miracle is a fire.
But all that is remembered its ashes,
And the flames that climbed ever higher.
The human mind works like a shark.
It judges first without caring.
We always will notice first what’s wrong
so, listen now and always come well Bering.
For, all years leave their mark.
Their darkest marks are their wrongs.
The dishonesty of their leaders
or the crudeness of their songs.
I feel out the landscape of your heart,
and I know it more than this old soul,

and we trace the contours of the in between,
and we don't even want breath,
we exchange our airy breath,
like sailors lose their voices to the waves,

I fall into you like this is all there ever will be,
like I'm supposed to,
Though words, that could define us is,
what we truly seek.

We dare not speak,
we grow to fear,
the indifference of the words said,
launched without thought,
that could,
that would,
pierce the world we live,
and in this moment,
i could die knowing
I drowned in you love dear,
and that would be enough.
You'd be enough.

We sleep on couches,
we know the floor,
but with you,
my reality is a castle with secret gardens,
a sleeping beauty, awake.

and I want to bake in  the sunshine of your love dear,
pull down the covers,
and awake love.

I've counted the hours.
I've paid my time.
Willingly knowing, that there's the sun
at the end of the tunnel,
I fight the muck, I fight the mire,
May we never tire my love.
Discernment of facts escape a blind eye
Incalculable deceit fell upon naive assumptions of decorum

Virtues so easily replaced by a blanket of colorful chattel
Now, countless blankets dance about, as ghosts
on a paved route chosen with intent of endless future passage
And now, to escape the realm of falsities
every eventide is exchanged for repose and closed eyes

Pleasure, promises, and poetry she gave
only to have something to take away
In vengeance of a caustic past
Aphrodite unleashed artful malevolence into a fallen heart

Oh, how so much exists
where there is nothing
Emptiness can be full of such desire
And oh, the bitter taste of sweet words
from the unrestrained lips of a liar

An offering cloaked with savory fruit in cordial hands
Swearing to give it all in the big apple
and then seducing to her roots in the yard
Absorbing a soul
Only to create a martyr of forlorn cause

An abomination can appear so sweet
when emptiness needs filling
A demon from below,
delightful,
before killing

Nostalgia, a trail of footsteps in the mud
Like a fingerprint with an unquestionable owner
Arduous wails reaching the extents of one's universe
as a pawn and patriarch share reflection in the stagnant tide

knowledge of good and evil, once a desire, now a curse
yet, finally held
Gratefully numb with inescapable acceptance

Scott Mitchell
09 Dec 2012
 Dec 2012 Caitlin Drew
AC
I Wonder
 Dec 2012 Caitlin Drew
AC
I wish I could see you now-
And get rid of the memory of the last time I saw you.
You were shattered, broken,
I have never witnessed such a startled, desperate despair,
Not before you, and not after you.
I wonder, every now and again,
If you smile, if you still mispronounce noodle,
If your diligence and unending devotion still
Carry you through life.
I wonder if I broke anything in you, that day,
A diver breaking off delicate coral with a careless swish of a flipper,
And I also wonder if you were stronger than that too,
Like the captain of a ship on an ill-fated maiden voyage.
I wonder these things like I actually care, as if I did,
And yet, I can't even remember what you look like.
I haven't seen you since that day.
I saw you don't you remember?
I saw you,
you had this walk that was so smooth,
these eyes that pierced through me like bullets penetrating the heart of a soldier,
these holes that you gave me,
they don't bleed anymore,
they stopped,
well until,
until I saw you again,
I run and run to you,
but with every step I learn of what I thought was impossible,
it wasn't you,
it was your enigma veiled over a man that i thought was you,
his every move, in my eyes, was yours
I had given him your voice, your smile, your ambition, I had given him everything,
and yet there was something that was already there,
it was in his eyes,
they said it all,
your eyes and his were so alike because I saw the fact that he had never known me,
the only difference was that he never had to erase,
erase me, us, everything we had,
in both of your eyes I had never existed,
so even if you don't remember me,
I'll carefully fold, like silk, your enigma and place it where it belongs,
and when I find man's eyes that say they love me and they won't let go
I'll veil it over him,
and pretend that he is you
I hung mistletoe
I heard you were in town
visiting your parents,
or something.
I cleaned my house
and I shaved
and I bought three packs of cigarettes.
I sat in my room,
by the phone,
smoking cigarettes,
waiting for you to call.
Finally,
4 packs,
and two days later you did
and I picked up
before the first ring ended.
And the second I heard your voice say "hello"
I hung up.
I sit here growing weary
Pen in hand
Writing for my lost love

She has been gone now
For too long
Yet I pray for reunition

Possibly insanely, I lose touch
Earth escapes me
Gravity no longer affects me

For when the beautiful goddess
Smiles at me
I float like an angel

I watch as men scramble
Searching for love
Such an elusive, godly feeling

Yet I have to laugh
For I know
My love is in you

As it always will be
My craziest idea
Was to hold on forever

Yet I have no regrets
I love you
And I will without end

It may drive me insane
On these days
When I cannot hold you

But I know, one day
You will be
Dancing with my loving heart

Forever, as it should be
This is an extended lune that I happened to pour out. My heart has it's random outbursts and my pen can do nothing but follow.
The spotlight's on you darlin' and it's making you blind.

Isn't this what you wanted?
An actress on the stage
(No wonder you can't see)
Swirl those hips around,  
Bare it all for the show
(Ignore my advice; don't listen to me)
Display all those bruises- all those bones
Take pride in the scars examined like stars
Drip your silver tears dry without sound

Scream and howl like a beast on the prowl
(I hate what you've done to yourself)
Hold that head high and show your strong side
(Then crawl away like you have no friends)
Double sided twisted figure turn around... turn around!
Pound those heels on the stage like a knife to my heart
(Don't be gentle, make it count)
Hang me from the curtains then take your bow
(There are better ways to **** a man)

The spotlight's on you darlin' and it's making you blind
(At least you can't see what you're doing)

--Christian J. Clark, 2011
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