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Brandon
On the edge of your taste    I write. You read. That’s how this works. [copyright]

Poems

Kaede  Jan 2018
Tanong ko lang
Kaede Jan 2018
Naaalala mo ba
Sa twing umuulan
Minsan mo akong pinayungan
At hinatid sa sakayan?

Naaalala mo ba
Sa twing mag aalas singko
Minsan mo rin akong nilibre
At pinakain sa McDo?

Naaalala mo ba
Sa twing pupunta ka sa opisina
Andon ako, nag aantay
Habang tumutugtog ng gitara?

Naaalala mo ba
Ang mga ngiting aking ipinipinta
Sa aking labi sa twing
Ikay nakikita?

Tanong ko lang
Naaalala mo kaya ako?
Dahil ni minsan
Di ka pa kasi umaalis sa isip ko.
Vidya  Sep 2013
this side up
Vidya Sep 2013
and no you dont understand when i
tell you i want you to hold me a certain way it's not because
your elbow hits my
scapula in a way that makes it
impossible to sleep
and when i ask you to kiss me it's
not because i really need the
validation or
comfort of lips pressed hips ******
together and heartbeats
knocking like
opportunity at the door & my knees
and when i ask you
to make love to me it's not because i can't
take it ***** i mean you could just
shoehorn it in there but that's not the
point and what do you
get when you ask for

twenty pages of love notes and dust scribbles in cobwebbed
corners where you'll never look twice and
how do years curl up the way
pillbugs do when they die
accordions collapse and ribbons
lie shredded on sawdusted floors

above us you know lately i've been begging every man i meet to tell me fifteen stories
high on acid low on fuel
the fire when i knelt to feed it cedar explodes in embers writhing syllogisms of love
the way that moths feel like featherpaper shadows when you turn off the lights where do they go
on and on and on andon andonandon&onampersand;
storm and locust breeze might be the only thing we have to eat
until you can't stop
.

if i drive back to colorado tomorrow it's
not because i cant take the heat and lord
knows it's not the rain thats keeping me rooted
even if my
boots are covered in mud

it's because
right now i'm a little
fragile &
that doesnt mean dont
touch.
Born as such inbuilt romance so much
In a world of many ******* closed mind
Seldom are there any this day and age
Ever few knowing  of such to find

Not allowing themselves the ability
Feeling its only within movies to be
Never having ever been there at all
Petrified virgins mature  as didability

Gone romancing unknowing seductivity
Religion to blame bibles under pillow
Never have so many made love at night
As full moon shone through the willow

Boldness now replaced with coldness
Hearts minds souls ******* with a vow
Living the words of mans written book
Scared to think outside of same somehow

Blaming world for soul depth frustration
Within knowing has to be more than this
Never missing such as this in all existance
Never known of this the andon of this kiss

Slaves to the word of man who abuses child
The as if holy than thou dictating instruction
Locked up many a beautiful soul doing as told
Saving themselves for none existing construction

Like dipping the toe in water not diving to know
Unexplainable feelings they'll die not knowing
Like robots programmed to follow faulse rule
While young enough to appreciate water flowing

Wasted lives age and all from lust to romacing
All gifts thus for learning as within souls cry
After all said and done feelings never to be won
Waiting for the inevertable one day we all die

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018