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Margrett Gold Apr 2012
Rock candy
that’s what you are,
Hard in my mouth,
I let your sugar melt
and coat my tongue.
*******
Liquid syrup
Slurp and swallow,
Twirling the stick
twist and lick
Let your tip
pass through my lips
I’ll taste the kiss,
and your juices sit
In the smoothness
of my cheek.
Slowly
you grow soggy-soft in my smile;

Mmm, satisfied.
Margrett Gold Apr 2012
In college we are taught to be animals
like "monkey see, monkey do".
Paying in pennies
to live in this petting zoo
Uncaged
Untamed
Some of us broken
Most of us maimed.
Escaping,
freedom without a clue.
Margrett Gold Apr 2012
No one’s sitting in that chair,
though soon not even I,
To say that I’ll no longer be,
would be, to say goodbye.

The thought we’ve had to think, we’ve had!
Though neither wants to think.
That we may loose it if we wait,
that you and i may shrink.

Though would we lose ourselves apart
from all there ever was,
to speak, to hear to see no more,
of me, of you, of us.

For space to see some other things,
perhaps will do some good,
Though you’ll stand here
with someone else,
in space where I once stood.
Margrett Gold Apr 2012
Sometimes it’s summer in your eyes.
Trees swaying in the green of the breeze
There, the sun shines.

And flowers bloom in Spring,
Cool yellow green, where moist
Mossy earth is alive.

And deep evergreen inhibits darkness,
The warmth of daylight fading fast
Freezing pools of frosted blue.

Gold and brown shadowed by sunset,
an amber autumn shines
In the evening of your eyes.
Margrett Gold Apr 2012
I like what you do to me,
does it count,
****** me poetically?
this fantasy,
it pleases me.
You grabbing me
from inside and
forcing me,
until I’m ashamed.
Though I’m to blame.
No room to be bashful,
I just had a mouthful,

-Your well written slave.
Margrett Gold Apr 2012
Our lives are a poem,
in which words are not a necessity
for expression.
Those who choose to speak it
might feel different.
They may look different
than those who choose to remain silent.
Margrett Gold Apr 2012
He looked down into the pool
as it turned to fire.
Igniting his reflection,
burning his eyes,
lashes singed,
and I could smell it,
sparking sparkling ripples.
He is lucky he isn’t blind now…
I told him to turn away
from the mysteries.
Though how could the fire
be so cold, he wondered.
Again, with curiosity,
Though he did not dare touch his hand
to the water
in fear of its depths
And secrets.
He once thought the pool had no emotion,
that the smooth movements of the water
were a result of the breeze
but the water breathed
and was disturbed by him.
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