#relinquishment
Five Years old, ugly and shy.
I saw you letting go and I cried.
Mummy! Mummy! Please don’t go.
Will you come back? I don’t know.
Mummy! Mummy! Do you care?
Please, please stay. I want you near.
She looked me in my eyes and said,
“Don’t call me that. Call me by my name.
It’s Marcia. Give it a try”.
That’s the last day I saw her…
Until sixteen years later, one day in late July.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
guidance
open mind and relinquishment
courage to act upon it
cj 2016
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
I pour the wine, while you raise your cup
until our bodies have had enough,
that our spirit’s twist, wrung out dry,
sexed and sated; shyly truth seeps outside
of careless vessels, free once more -
unable to collide, despite this ardor.
Our thoughts clashed clandestine,
while our demeanors docile.
Your scowl, the bone beneath a smile
our rose skin kisses, turning hostile.
The quaff of a tongue, the taunting touch.
Skin chenille, beneath blankets blush.
Suddenly sensitive to the sounds of dawn,
a trash truck groans, someone mows a lawn.
Last nights dream bent around a now that’s gone.
Time has stopped, but it still goes on and on.
I’m up, you’re naked;
Every morning maunders, over-medicated.
Every house a story, every window, perspective
my window is dark, theirs, a beverage,
to fill a voyeurs empty cup with scornful slake,
set to brew when strangers wake;
having gone to bed not knowing each other,
in the morning, woken as broken lovers.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC