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Claire Spencer Oct 2010
Your first glance is so open
Your eyes lift like a timid ******
Unsure what you will meet in mine
You lean in and I do not kiss you
You smile

Your hands pat the seat next to you
And I oblige
You are talking to me gently
Subject common, delivery divine
You brush your hand over mine before taking it
You laugh

How long does it take you
To have me tied to a tree
No hope no thought no feeling
But blind desire
Unbelievable in the open
Dangerous and exciting
Frisky you and naughty me
how did that come to be

You push me to the door
And you whisper along my neck
the score
You win; I lose
Your choice; you choose
I ache staring at the lock
You always did hold on to those keys

Rain beats down; I am not cold
Tears burn my eyes, unfocused
From the stun of you
Not wanting, not interested, bored already
The smile with no laugh
is now a leer with no end
Claire Spencer Sep 2010
Numb I shout aloud
Body moving but really a crawl
Burning inside spreads up to my eyes
I will not cry, will still deny
Tired though like you wouldn't believe
Of wanting much more than what's received
Figure this is the best that can be had
Much more than I ever had
Yet still not enough
Claire Spencer Sep 2010
through the long summer months
you learned to get by without me
waking you up, hustling you about
Chatting with you on the phone
you stopped missing me quickly
and was so into your own thing

I missed you

when I come to visit you
from time to time
you went from squeezing me so tight
and crying and missing home
to see you later
I'm busy right now

I missed you

You would snuggle with me
and I'd have to sneak away
to go to work
Now you pat my hand
till I fall asleep
and mumble that you love me
when I leave

I love you too

In just a short while
Look how tanned you are
from all the swimming
look how you can reach so high into the freezer
your cheeks are fat from smiles
your hands messy with paint and fun
your laughter rings clear through

I am so glad to have you
Claire Spencer Aug 2010
the bed will be empty when i leave
the bed will collapse beneath her
the bed will swallow her whole
and leave the bones for the dog
that you refused to buy
gray with blue eyes

the bed will be upset
at the change in smell, texture and use
cause there won't be any
after a while
after she's exhausted her tricks
after she never learns to make love
to your body on that bed

the bed will give no hint
that i used to reign there
that i used to make and create
so much love
it poured across the sheets
falling unto the floor
filling the room, the apartment
your life
my heart beating out the sound and force
of you being honored, revered and adored

the bed will quiver in the cold
you lost and alone
you needing, aching for that which
you thought you outgrew

the bed will know
Claire Spencer Aug 2010
let's cross the street to find out what's there
gives a me reason to move closer to you
match your step, look at you from the side
and smile at whatever you were saying
just don't stop talking just yet
i love how you express yourself
with your silly jokes, not for grown folks
and your confidence that you will be heard
above the crowd we are descending in to
you hang back a bit as we approach the door
but i know you aren't polite really
you're enjoying my tight jeans
you whisper that you remembered i like this place
does it matter as we sit

now i have to break our little embrace
as all along as we sped by
you, me, we took the other's hand
and made ourselves one so easily, so naturally
so as not to feel the interlocking of our fingers
easy bounce of that connector between us
now we have to sit
and i can't bear to part
Claire Spencer Aug 2010
he saw  it before i did
eyes opened wide
and was out the car
before we stopped

rims as tall as him
greeted his sparkling grin
he reached in to run his hands
over the rubber and chrome

black with flecks of green and ice
he smoothed his hands along
sighing like this was a gorgeous animal
a rare find, the treasured kind

can i go in
where there was a little movie
playing with controls to press
and seats so wide, massive leather rests

he's a man, he confided
how did you know
only men have vans
like this, i told you so

a man who's cool, i know
maybe tough but fair
with angel eyes and a firm touch
like a daddy i want so much
Claire Spencer Aug 2010
i hate this part
he rolls to his feet
slowly seeking and finding
in the dark his clothes
shoes, that pretty watch, the **** phone

he's going home
when he just made a nest
inside of me
when he just laid down
and rested for just a small **** while

why not longer, why not daybreak
sun coming up over your toes and into your nose
you warming your hands on my back
loving the feel of my legs brushing up
against your yawning form

why not ******
as you move toward the door
keys in hand
don't pull me in to kiss you
stay instead, play awhile longer

with me
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