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Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
again
     hold me
                 closer,         tighter
   I miss it
          the crushing time
             the avalanche kisses
                 the       breath...
deep
      catch it
more

         my sweet **** lip balm
mingled with your
         taste

     ...I can still taste you

  feel you,
                 arms crushing me
  against you
                 closer,        tighter
           new passion
  first time

         you overwhelmed me
                        deepest I've known
                         first I've known
I want it
you
              again
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
i feel so artificial
i need to break down the barrier
the wall is in my way
impassable
it can't be broken
it can't be broken

it's been there so long
since before we remember
can it be gone
no
it can't be broken
it can't be broken

i pace to and fro
banging on the wall
i want to bring it down
it won't oblige me
it can't be broken
it can't be broken

my feet begin to falter
they curl up beneath me
i'm defeated
i retreat back inside
it can't be broken

it can't be broken
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
i'm losing to the raging inside me
it's crawling up my abdomen
creeping up my chest
clouding my head
and seeping out through my pores
causing steam to rise from my skin
goosebumps chase behind as i imagine
your fingertips grazing my arm, my neck
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
Get a grip baby
You little cookie monster
Hounding on the family
Crying in the mirror
Get a grip baby
Make something real
Grab what’s out of reach
Pass what’s there to grab
Get a grip baby
Music ain’t your thing
Give up on that song
Get in the car and move
Get a grip baby
Life is just a drag
You take a real long hit
Go ahead and go for it
Get a grip baby
The black is slipping through your veins
Its driving you insane
Take a cool drink
Get a grip baby
Moving along real slow
You have nowhere to go
Stagnant in the road
Get a grip baby
Your torpid life is dull
Thought you had it all
Was it worth the fall
Can you get a grip baby
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
Your noises are ghosts down my memory,
Like fire ****** in the soft air.
Your set cold eyelids,
Joy left in my skin,
After warm eyes .
I can't close the voices
Your close fire ground .
Mostly noises,
Left like soft memories,
I am miles from warm arms.
After joy, where you left ghosts,
Until something exhausted picks that memory off
My eyelids.
inspired by a song
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
Liquid-like movement
Undulating lips and hips
Voracious senses
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
constant daydreams of ravishments are torturing my hopes and wishes
hunger and need growing to all consuming heights
lush pain spreading through my body through my veins
farther along with every heartbeat
i want to feel you all over me
take over me until there is nothing left of myself
completely,
utterly,
purely,
lost in the heat and fire of entwining bodies
my *** obsessed poetry is nothing compared to the reality beyond my fingertips
passion obsession is driving me through pains both icy hot
like bursts of winter wind
to the extremes of my daydreams and nightdreams
livid with flesh burning heat and desires til i'm suffering
total suffocation from your passion inhalation
craving for little deaths to take me by storm
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
I've become a rollercoaster of emotions since him,
With the most
Spine tingling
Highs.
As for the lows,
No matter how awful I feel,
Seeing him instantly makes me feel high again.

And when we're alone,
I'm flying

It's everything.
It's when we're sleeping,
And warm,
And he holds me close.
It's lying there staring into each others' eyes.
It's listening to him
Softly
Breathing into my neck.
It's scratching his beard and seeing him smile,
I live for his smile...
It's when he says,
"I love you...
So much"
I get dizzy.
I say it too,
Feel it.
I close my eyes and I'm
Drowning
In these overwhelming feelings.
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
Inimitable feelings of love,
hot coffee, steam, and ashes of clove;

Comfy mornings in bed,
moonlit window nights;

White linen skirts, crumpled and loved,
plaid flannel pj's, worn and loose;

Quiescent ink words,
hushed faithful whispers;

Peals of my heart,
answer the clamor of his pulse;

Brazen beard against my cheek,
if I could kiss the wind in his hair,
I could hear the song,
it reverberates from his touch
         through my body, down my spine
into my lungs, his melody;

Matching harmonies breeze
         through my fingers
entwining soft strands;

It's more than I think or feel,
free of what I know,
initmitable feelings of love.
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
I love to feel your
amorous kissing of
My heart and madness.

Quiescent ink words;
your divine incandescence;
Hushed faithful whispers.

I could hear a song
reverberating from him
& through my body;

Tingle down my spine
into my lungs, melody;
Harmonies breeze through

Free feelings of wind,
fingers entwining soft strands;
Inimitable.
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
i remember his hands were large enough to cover my body
and he did
i remember how hungry he was, as if needing to devour me
and he did
i remember pressing and pulling
biting and thumping
i remember heat
i remember air as precious gasps
i remember fear
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
aflush with nerves

brush against me

little death

flash of heat

unsteady beats

kiss me?



so consuming
waves washing
heavy breathing
clouded mind
pulsing heat
fingers brushing
nerves tingling
panic rising
kiss me?
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
i want you in my bed
between the sheets and under heavy blankets;
holding me and warming me,
caressing me, ******* me.
wrap your arms around me,
clinging as if trying to
swallow our loneliness with brute strength
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
You make me feel like I'm on fire with the slightest touch or brush against my skin.
Your passion makes me tremble and shake.

What is this electricity?

No, electricity is not right...

What is this inferno?
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
touch the tips of frosted branches
my salt and heat melts the crystals
one of me, one of nature
the two liquids pool in my palm
let it go
my palm dries
the liquids sink into the ground
it's like nothing happened
so the cycle continues
and that's my comfort
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
hot breath on my neck
spin
warm lips on collarbones
haze
teeth graze skin
gasp
lips on lips

lose your mind
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
put up my hair, exposing the neck
my hand brushes my collarbone
on its way back down, i see your
glance beneath lashes
and something changes

"you missed a piece" you say
as you catch a curl behind my ear
grazing my neck with your thumb
as you pull away your hand
lingers where i brushed my collar
something intensifies

and so you sit back down at the other
end of the bed, have you
distanced yourself to breathe easier?
come back, i want to make it
difficult for you to breath
something snaps
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
When I was small and quiet, reserved, demure and sad
And I sat alone with my thoughts, watching,
I didn’t know you. You who were a wish of the future,
Not real. You were miles from me and robed in black doubt.

At fifteen I found the truthful facts of me. I detached
From reality. I brooded and drowned in my truth.
You were not yet there.

At sixteen I found those who taught me to swim.
I swam out of my self-imposed desolation.
To find you. Not knowing at the time what you’d be.
You were now present but out of reach and out of want.

A year later, everything has changed. After, rejection,
Abandonment, love and hate. All the unseen sides now shown.
Now four fortnights have passed. This winter isn’t as harsh
As the ones I remember. Many days take me to spring.
I see colors brighter now than before. Do you?
Each breath breathes deeper and tells me this is no thaw.
Have you breathed deeper this winter?
Seen brighter?
Tell me when your senses reach chaos moreover,
And I will go with you where they lead.
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
i want him to hold me and make my problems go away
i want him to be there knowing that he'll stay
i want to walk the hallway and not have to hide
i want to be free of all the crap thats inside
i want him to kiss my tears away and make me alright
i want to see the dreams i know i have every night
i want to stop pretending to be strong
i want them to know everything is wrong
i want to be the weak one held in his arms
i want to not bear any more of these harms
i want to sit and cry in the rain
i want to let go of all of the pain
i want to be loved and hugged
i want someone to care
i want someone who won't add to all the **** thats there
i want to not be ashamed whenever i cry
i want to never have again the need to die
i want to feel him near me knowing he's there
i want him to know that i'll always be there
i want to just sit holding his hand
i want this and more thenever before
and i wish it could happen
Lisa Rickman Feb 2010
i'll find my way back to you late a night
using three thousand words
with all the meaning in the world
pressed in
meaning nothing at all
without the actions behind them
let the actions be my driving force
i want actions, not words

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