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I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."
Copyright by Ash L. Bennett, 2011
 Oct 2011 Niki Leyland
Carly Two
It’s all right, zombie husband.
I didn’t like the dog.
Or the twins.
Seriously, all they did was cry.
It’s like, “shut up, already”,
You know?
Copyright C. Heiser, 2010
 Oct 2011 Niki Leyland
Wuji
I had a perfect life for a time,
It was so great.

Until it all got crushed,
During a simple mall date.

We were sitting in the food court,
Making our plans for the week.

When all a sudden a smell filled my nose,
With that familiar wreak.

I looked to the right,
And saw your twisted face.

I knew I had to get out of there,
I needed to make some space.

I ran to bathroom,
Leaving my babe alone.

That was my biggest mistake,
For now I have no home.

When I got into the bathroom,
I started to wash my hands.

I used this time,
To make up some plans.

When I walked out,
I did my good luck pose.

I drew my imaginary gun,
And shot myself not my foes.

For I had a bad feeling,
Which I knew would be true.

Is it possible that,
I am no longer loved by you?

That dreadful creature,
Will get what she deserves.

But you my dear,
I hope I didn't get on your nerves.

It won't again,
Please give me some trust.

She is a woman of my past,
A seven month old dead lust.

We can fix my wrong.
I mean come on,
I've been fixing yours all along.
One time I messed up...ONE TIME.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
And when the eternal optimist finds himself lapping wine from the bottom of the barrel, who then shall crush his sour grapes?


Who will be the vine he holds onto?


Who will be the cup to hold the out pouring of his soul?


And will it be too late?

For the winter is setting in and the frost has begun to steal the summers color already.

And when the bottle is empty.


And the boards of the barrel ****** dry, we will raise our glasses to the eternal optimist.

Who once was drunk on love.


But now is drunk on time.
I’m just 18. My hair is jet black.
And I want to *******.
I want to grab you and push you down and rip off your jacket.
Then I want to unbutton your shirt
With my mouth
Button
By
Button
And when I get down to the end
I want to breathe heavy
Heavy
Heavier
And unzip your pants with my teeth
Slowly work my way back up to your neck
Breathe in your ear as I slip my hand
And your pants
Down your leg
Now I’m biting
And my hand moves up
It goes somewhere, there,
And tugs gently
Gently
Gentlygentlygently
Until you can’t take it
Shove me down
Rip off my underwear
Because you just can’t take it
Hold my hands above my head
Just in case
And **** me.

But I’m not enough.
So once I finish my last moan
Your last breath
You lift me up
Shove me down again
Zip up your zipper
And walk away
With me on the concrete.
Because if I
Grabbed you and pushed you down and ripped off your jacket
You would be all I would get
Because
You
Would be all that I deserve.
People tell me I'm crazy
To feel the way I feel
Becuase it's all superficial
It's based on nothing real

I know in my heart
How great a person you are
And that can't be fake
Or it wouldn't have gotten this far

But I am really scared
Of feeling this way
I'm scared someone better
Will take you away

It's happened before
And it could again
Because you're truly amazing
Others will see it, and, what then?

What then for us?
It just won't be
I don't begrudge you happiness
I just wish it was with me

It would be so easy
To just walk away now
To never find out what could be
But that won't do somehow

I'll take a chance on you
I'll put my heart on the line
It could just work for us
It could all be fine
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