#onltlovepoetry
very exciting
the discovery process
of who will present herself,
when the evening approaches
will it be a swept hair upturned,
elegantly framed by gold geometric,
with spaces of ebony diamond slices,
mother of pearl, hinting of a teasing necklace,
elegant, more suitable for a night
at the opera, and desert at
inter-act arias, or a hurry-home
for nice nightly cuppa of us?
Or does she dally delight
with pony adorable, all blonde tailed,
and
suitable for hand holding?
Making believe that we are 50 again,
The hunger insatiable the need pervasive,
and she has to inform around 200am,
There is work tomorrow for both of us,
no more time for bustle and hustle,
she’s quite satisfied and needs her
Alone space, and I define empty space
As being alone without her empathy
Nonetheless and better yet she sends me
Droopy and disordered,
Back to where the bad memories reside
not unhappily…more like discordant mumbling
only to command me post haste,
to see her on the morrow, post the “surgery” review,
re-sults of her mortgage payment SALONIFICATION,
which means she know will brings bangs to the
table just long enough to slight graze her eyelashes,
which means right full rudder, dangerous shoals
dead ahead, many more nights of scriptural
agonizing, many a-minute of deeply holy
composition of more inking only love poetry;
both
blonde and tinted, tuned streaky smokey,
and, she utilizes the bad guy’s own words,
plays talk less, smile more,
and let our fingers
do the talking, write the writing…
and I have been co-missioned
to composes new writing
as if it were the first poem,
I ecrivezed,
and let out a mollified mellow shriek,
challenge accepted!
afterthought:
hair in a bun, most fun,
when permission given,
to let
her hair
down
down down
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 4:53 PM UTC