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 May 2015 saranade
Colleen Lyons
Your exclamations of love
are a reflex when you've
done something wrong

which isn't very often,
but I am the leader
of all mistakes.

I suppose you could call me
Captain **** Up --

how can I be of assistance
to ruin your day?


My "I love you"s are more frequent,
like gusts of wind
that come in with the sea --

you've become so used to them,
but wouldn't mind
if they stopped.

You're adaptable like that.

Me?

Well--
I'm still waiting eagerly
for the wind
to wash over my face

even if it means
you have to knock me down
with it.
 May 2015 saranade
Colleen Lyons
Swallow hard
the food that congeals
under your skin
to divert the gazes
of perverted men

and hangs you closer
to your death bed
where calloused man hands
can’t ***** you,

your memories,
poor girl.
Inspired by someone who was molested as a child, and told me that she overate to gain weight, so that men would find her physically unappealing.
 May 2015 saranade
RMatheson
If it were a million years from now,
you'd still be
in my mind
in my heart
on my skin

I thoght.
I believed.
You were the one thing
I had faith in,
when I was a universal atheist.

I would have ridden into the dusty East
to fight Crusades in ****** tribute
to you.

All those years with you,
are like a crumbled castle
I walk through at times,
wanting
the walls rebuilt
the gates strong again
the flags no longer
dead on their poles,
tattered and charred.

But this place is a ghost now,
just like your presence,
in my chest.
 May 2015 saranade
RMatheson
Well she lives, a life allowed
permitted apostrophes
clinging to the nerve endings
in my mind.

Where are you, suddenly,
a cry from the night.
 Apr 2015 saranade
Jonny Angel
I want to take her with me
everywhere I go
on this vast planet.

We'll see amazing things
together,
experience
the unknown,
walk amongst
the blind people
unseen.

I want to cram her
into my patent leather
large suitcase
& connect the dots
to do it
first-class.
 Apr 2015 saranade
Jonny Angel
It's hard to
make a habit
disappear.
But why would I?
The subject is mute,
the way you kiss me,
you're so ****** cute
& the breathless way
you look beneath me.
You love to play with my heart,
starting with those tender eyes,
and the tightness
of your thighs
wrapped
around my waist
during
our mutual bliss.
Are you kidding?
I can't break you,
it's quite simple,
you are my best habit ever.
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