He texts me in another language
One I am familiar in
My heart feels at home
He doesn't need an invitation into my life
He signed up before
And knows he belongs
He makes me feel loved
My presence is to him, a caressing breeze
Playful, and light
I speak to him in tongues of  love
Wishing you hadn't forgotten to speak it too
He can never replace you
But I will let him in
And he will do his best to fill the gaps you left in my language

I went out to find myself a husband
I found one
We were attracted to each other
We were compatible to each other
So I flirted
AND HE REJECTED
Because he was married
But I wanted him
So I threw a costume party
And I build walls around her...

She was in there for days
Constantly whining about being hungry and tired
Until
She died tragically
By starvation
So I invited my boy over
But he was grieving
And i could not flirt with him
So i threw a funeral
And he grieved
And I hit on him again
And he flirted back
But something wasn't right
Why did he get over her so fast?
And I knew it was wrong
And then I felt bad that I killed his wife
So went back to the good ole Christopher Steel
That is my darkest sim...

Other than the time that I cheated with Hank Goddard

Pancakes
and french toast.

She had a sweet tooth
for mornings
laying flat
on her back.

Just like yours,
cotton wrinkles
indented on
freckles.

Saliva soaked
collarbones,
last nights
tequila
on your tongue.

He’d roll you over,
breakfast taco.
Kiss your neck,
turn it purple.

Smirk covered coffee,
smoke lingering
'round
chocolate covered
sleepy eyes.

All you've ever known,
simple sweets
and bacon grease;
she kept you
on your'
toes.

"I'll be back for the summer,"
and he'll pretend
you’re more
than just a morning
of goodbyes.

The pastures of my sanity lie between
the first kiss of my lips
and making macaroni and cheese for one.

I’m not fluent in French
but I can speak in tongues,
better than any linguist.

And lust.
My favorite word to say,
and be.

Touch my finger to my lip,
have I gotten your attention yet?

The more I pretend to love,
the more I love to hate.

A silly game,
I’m playing it,
with you.

But the more of you I kiss,
the less of you I like.

And now,
I
the object of your so called affection,
have poisoned you
with foreshortened importance,
and plead with you-
to please retreat.

Yet you still crave me,
like some ignorant child
who’s never believed in candy
until someone told them,
it’s quite sweet.

I think kissing
is the easiest way
to get to know someone.

The insides of their lips have hold
of every word they have ever said,
or ever will say.

And doesn’t that say more
than a hand shake or a hug?

The pressing of my heart
to yours
is more like feeling
of the weight
you surround in me.

Your thoughts
on the other hand,
can’t be held
by my hand at all.

The insincerity of a hand
can only be told
by the doors it holds open
and doors it slams shut.

(sonnet #MMMMMCCCLXXVIII)


Snow.  Thick white flakes whose hapless note's detail
As't measures distance their profusion thence
Half mocks, yet draws the careless eye from whence
These mesmerize sans voice within the pale
Light of an afternoon, and lo tis bail
Enow for losing me upon that sense
I maunt pin down, til playing guitar is hence
Forgot, or trips and chokes in sheer betrayl.
And ah.  You know that word, um, chaste?  Oh sure.
Come, roll it 'cross your tongue and hear anew,
Cuz I am sick of being too naughty, fer
The record, and shall leave erm, you to woo.
If only I sit on me hands 'til you're
Quite ready, that should do.  Snow.  I need you.

09Jan16c

(sonnet #MMMMMCCCLXXVII)


I'm not asleep.  But wakened, tiptoe thence
Through every minute like to dare exhale
Is not allowed, as if to breathe would hail
The end of visions roused to caper whence
No concrete line shall say, whileas suspense
Knows Janry shows our breath in sheer betrayl
As snow feels that chinook's touch, waxing pale
Though I still walk upon its face tward sense.
And hear a distant blue jay's cry bestir
Young Saturday's thin silence like he knew
What I maunt parse out 'til what aye? as twere.
Oh yes, the sparrows' playful calls heard too
Whilst carving out the eggs, and thought in poor
Excuse I'll be half good, erm, just for you.

09Jan16b

In every life we find each other
Alone at night our souls will scatter
We'll try our best to peace together
The broken wing & gorgeous feather
I'll always love her even if I hate her
And if we die I'll see her later

He said he didn't want me
But God knows
That he kissed me like I was the last good thing on this ****** Earth
He kissed me like I was about to slip through his fingers
He kissed me like I was dissolving into thin air.
He kissed me so hard
So deep
That I'm having trouble believing that his statement of not wanting me is true.