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he didn’t ask.
  i didn’t want him to.
no command.
  no silence.
    only the slow
      shift
        of gravity.
the spine
  yielded first.
then
  the breath.
then

    the idea
      that this
        was ever mine.
he entered,
  not with force,
    but with weight.
and i
  did not open.
    i let go.
it wasn’t pain.
  but something
    fell
      from me.

or
  was pulled.

or
  never
belonged.
i remember the touch
  not as skin,
    but as
      a shift
        in pressure,
          a presence
            that never returned.
he didn’t say
  “mine.”
but i answered
  in the way
    my thigh
      stopped resisting
        the edge
          of being
              used.


Flaunt your joy
Dig your sorrow
You have only today
Who knows 'bout morrow!
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In
My
Mind
Genre: Micro verse
Theme: Privileged
Author's Note:
He/She might not say
Anything casual

Expect something
Different
Calm to ears
I crave her pain
Like a storm
She's my rain
I crave her promises
I'm her dog with shock collar harnesses
I crave her love
As she runs thru my blood
I crave her control
So let the credits roll
I crave her danger
Releases this anger
I crave her life
As she takes mine
You cannot overwater
A plant because you missed a day
And expect it to grow
The same way
When we love someone
We often overcompensate
For the mistakes we have made
And hold on to too much regret

Love naturally
Because time is on your side
Love freely
Because time heals wounds
I never knew she was a gold digger till she said, "I wanna make you mine"
Sometimes,
I catch
myself Swaying,
like there is
an eternal metronome
that my spirit
hears.
Or,
A song that my
soul must keep
time with.
It beats to the art
that surrounds me.

Such a delicate balance,
between the cactus and
the sun.
Between the dog and
the bone.

When they autopsied the
Tin Man, there were
irises and orchids and
Neruda poems where
his heart should have
been.

Love is an overused
word,
but an underused
gift.
Evening sky reflects
on the glass lake.
The soldier of a
tree carries on
through the lonesome
night.
If we could only
see the dreams of
the fish,
far from the
frying pan.
Check out my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MuA8Y43KHPE
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