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Michael W Noland
Poems
Mar 2013
{ Thorned Rings }
I saw a lust in her pauses
Before she spoke
Weakened stops
Where she seemingly thought
Of which words to let go
As she stroked my ego
From her pro perspective
Her clues to give
As I elected for another drink
Her street smarts
Met by only her intellect
Her wits intersecting
The infectious reflections
Of the world we knew
On the brink of a kiss
Our faces
Increasingly grew powerless
In the shared haze
Of conversation
Tethering our connection
Nothing could stop us
As i slowly caved
And laid my hand
On top of hers
No longer hearing
A single word
Our eyes lazily locked
Blurring the exterior
Field of view
As it attempted to
Press through
With flashing lights
Electronic riffs
And melodic drums
Strummed
From the ambiance
Of the room
A love was groomed
And it grew
We just knew
Exactly what
Was what
Inching closer and closer
The force between us
Had proven to be too much
As we stood up
And walked to her car
I grabbed her waist
And lifted her to the trunk
Where we kissed
And we kissed
As the world slowly sunk
Around us
In breath-less-ness
Then Suddenly this
Feeling of pressure
Presses on my side
She had stabbed me
Then kicked me back
In my surprise
Then I was hit from behind
With a flash light
Cracking my head
In flashing colors
And regrets
I hit the ground
To a parade of feet
Two men kicked and stomped on me
As my blood was spilling
Into the street
Firing nine times i rose to my feet
Slowly walking over my victories
One was limp
The other convulsing
As the girl was crawling
On her hands and knees
Away from me
And toward a tree
She cried "please"
And "I'm sorry"
Over and over again
As I kicked her
Onto her back
Whimpering
And pleading
She raised her hands
And squeezed
Her eyes shut
"Love is not enough"
And with a flashing thump
I slumped away to my cave
Wounded in multiple ways
Reflecting on the mistakes i made
As i turned back toward the scene
Depraved
Of proper release
I returned to see
Investigators and yellow tape
Draping the stage of her fate
As she stared back at me
From the tree
Still possessing
A beauty that was
Beyond me
A beauty
That only
I could see
And it Sparkled
From her peace
She wanted me
And got me
And under the shadow
Of that tree
She looked as though
A pixie in the hand
Of a king
pending another rewrite, as per all my work really.
Written by
Michael W Noland
Seattle
(Seattle)
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