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Suzanne Penn Dec 2013
I too...
wake up sometimes
longing to touch you
to taste
tease
tempt
and excite you
I want to wake you up
with soft lingering kisses
and tender rhythmic touches
I want to slide my tongue
deeply within you
playfully persistent
until your back arches
and your breath catches
I want your spirit to soar...
before your eyes
are even open
I want to give to you
the passion
joy and love
that you have hungered for...
I want you
to begin each day...
fulfilled.
Suzanne Penn Dec 2013
I truly have
a love...hate...
relationship

between
believing...
what I know
and...
knowing
what I believe...

Symbiotic...
and toxic...
It's a detailed.
enigma...

My curse...
My passion...
an ever present pull...
with stubborn intent
often directly opposed
To the path
which I am on...

When I was much younger
I developed a systemic
and purposeful mission
to design the person
I was to become

I had carefully weighed...
tested and mapped out
my "edges"
finally setteling on
habits, personalities
and a type of lifestyle...
this allows me
a precarious balance...
between honor, appearances
and fair exchange ..
friendship, acceptance and fun...

Something rare
during my colorful  
and...
then recent
childhood...

Like I said...
young...
and well...

Once I found my path...
I stubbornly believed...
That no others...
existed...for me

Really young...
...hee hee hee

As we all know...
life happens ...

...and I rolled
and flowed...
and always seed to manage

But I didn't bloom...
I just became really good
at being me.

Just missing...
a really good second...
again
waiting...to become...
Suzanne Penn Nov 2013
The first hint of power
whispered through the twilight
riding the cool evening breeze.  
Lighting here
and there,
touching, tasting, searching.  

Power...
looking for a place
to call home.

The pink serpentine mist
crackled
with blue and lavender sparks
as it made its way
through the ancient grove
of Aspen trees
meandering toward the creek
Water...
always attracts life
and life generates power.
Power yawns
stretching its long limber tentacles
deep into the early morning light
The crackle of excitement
lingers...
as power slides...
forward
toward its destiny.
Suzanne Penn Oct 2013
Polar opposites
racing toward each other
disparately aiming...
with their eyes closed

Magnetic fields
fortified and electric
****** to collide...
a melting merger

Beyond understanding
everything it is supposed to be
precariously balanced
over the last ravine of our lives

With you I know
its now or never
and there is no turning back
we are and always will be...
eachothers...

Thankfully
Suzanne Penn Oct 2013
Everyone...
needs a place to belong
something, or somewhere
That is uniquely
there own...

Safety...
after a hard day
where the world
is simply
not allowed...

Surrounded...
with familiar objects
and their own
sense of style...

There's something
very comforting
in knowing ...
nothing is expected
right now...

There are some...
that have never known
anything but...
and snub their nose
at the importance...

Taking for granted...
their sense of belonging
and the comfort...
that comes
when one is at ease...

Others...
take their space
wherever they can find it...
Solace...
on a stoop or a curb...

It's a modern tragedy...
that this need
is taken for granted
or worse...
over priced
out of greed...

Everyone needs ...
to feel like they belong
to reset and gather
to relax and restore
peace...
Suzanne Penn Sep 2013
I am softly treading...
on newly sown soil
where the seeds I've planted
are just starting to grow

I'm quietly listening...
to dreams that are awakening
letting me know
I have so much to do...

I'm carefully watching...
my intentions unfold
yesterday's hopes, desire, beliefs
are now
tomorrows realities...
I'm gleefully gathering...
all the tools That I will use
to build my life anew
and finally discover
my true self...

I'm whispering to myself...
affirmations and intents
re-taping my inner voice
finally becoming
my own best friend...
Suzanne Penn Sep 2013
I was never..."popular"
as a kid...
or really as an adult either
for that matter...

I dance to my own music
not caring
who sees
or says....
anything

Kids and dogs
seem to like me ok
adults....well....
they don't know how to
take me....

Fine by me....
really,
I don't need the drama
nor want the waste of
my time

However....
recently....I seem to be....
"cutting edge"
"mainstream"
dare I say it....
"popular"
!!!!!!!!!

Apparently...
brutal honesty
and un-apologetic
bottom line acessments
are somehow
all the rage!
Go Figure!

So now I am forced to play "hostess"
and be wise
and hurl enchanted
mantras...
to any who happens along....

I am a caricature...
of what was once....
a cutting wit
and sharp tongue
....deflated...

I have become ...
"the entertainment...."
expected....
taunted...
labeled and excused
....sadly

I feel flat...
and lifeless....
a mere script....
a role....
that has been filled.
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