You are a flame inside me
Flickering,
Teasing,
Caressing,
Smoldering.

You are far away
Yet so close
Teetering on the edge of my imagination.

The yearning is the knowing
The mere knowledge of you
That you are existing somewhere
Somewhere my reality can’t touch.

My words spill out of me
Like candy from a piñata
Pages and pages
Poems scattered about like hungry pigeons.

You make me so hungry
So eager to express
To spill my inner self onto empty pages.

You are my muse
My cruel inspiration
The tears staining my pillow.

I am dancing on a cloud
Unnoticed by you
As you live your life
Unaware of mine.

My words are endless
My thoughts knowing no bounds
As I imagine your eyes
Penetrating through me.

You are my fantasy
My never forever
My drug of choice.

You are the fuel that keeps me writing,
Feeling,
Expressing.

You are my special light
Turning on inside me
When all my creativity is turned off.

I want to ravish you
Bite the buttons off your shirt
Loosen your necktie
Drown in your eyes without a life jacket.

You are my muse crush
The smile on my face
The pain in my heart
The hello that never comes
The inevitable goodbye.



© 2014 Stacey Handler

Hello again
We meet under familiar circumstances
Where the air in my heart is brisk.

You are white and empty
An open road for me to travel
To fill with trees and leaves of gold.

I can be silly,
Laugh as if I were a child
Until I am a child of wonder once again.

I can be a dancer
Moving about with grace
Fall on my *** without a single care.

I can be fake
Play with my words
Until my words make me real once again.

I can tell you my secrets
Like how his smile makes me blush
How it rips the socks from my feet.

I can be barefoot
Laugh as the grass tickles my feet
Nobody will hear me, unless I deem it so.

My body can be naked
My soul can be shaded in black
My heart painted with splashes of silver sunlight.

My soul can be an onion
Peeled layer by layer
As thoughts begin to form like bubbling ripples on the water.

My thoughts are boundless children
Laughing, crying, singing,
Being.

My thoughts are womanly
Sultry, intoxicating, liberating
Painted in red lipstick.

I can admit my fears
That fear can be beautiful
The unexplored path to self-expression.

My tears can be my pool
Where I can swim deeper into myself
Maybe even get lost out at sea.

I can call to the wild
To the untamed native inside me
Longing to be heard.

I can be a fool
A reckless rebel
A wide-eyed kid running free in a candy store.

I can be me
Ticklish, silly, deadly serious
And everything in between.

My mind is forever the soaring acrobat
Flipping, slipping and sliding to my own internal rhythm
Until I am but a song.

I am a canvas
As the paint splashes onto my bare skin
Scribbling phrases from my heart all over my womanly frame.

I fall onto the pristine white page,
My body spreading around the colors of my thoughts
Until the page is saturated with everything I am.




© 2012 Stacey Handler