#southernliterature - Hello Poetry

We sit closely at the table, Sharing conversations about nothings Full of friends and strangers combined, The band begins to play Your hand grazes mine, You stand up tall to ask I step, stride in gentle procession, Your hand possessed by mine You turn to me, Two equals pressing slightly Eyed but not staring, Hungry but not starving I rest my palm on your broad shoulder, Feeling your familiar fingers tips gently grasping my hip Your body whispers to mine, Pushing it in rhythm I respond to your queuing, Touching your face and lips when wanting Guiding not insisting, Vulnerable and respected Two people working together, Towards a partnership perfected

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May 31, 2025

May 31, 2025 at 10:13 AM UTC

genevieveish

La Valse (The Waltz)

We sit closely at the table, Sharing conversations about nothings Full of friends and strangers combined, The band begins to play Your hand grazes mine, You stand up tall to ask I step, stride in gentle procession, Your hand possessed by mine You turn to me, Two equals pressing slightly Eyed but not staring, Hungry but not starving I rest my palm on your broad shoulder, Feeling your familiar fingers tips gently grasping my hip Your body whispers to mine, Pushing it in rhythm I respond to your queuing, Touching your face and lips when wanting Guiding not insisting, Vulnerable and respected Two people working together, Towards a partnership perfected

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Take me back to the South? I rubbed a puppy but you made it live, I held your hand and ego as a ghost rode ***** I tasted your mouth Your deep addictive kisses were salty ripe with hidden tears, expectations and confessions of fears, You pressed me for affirmation with one foot out the door, My supposition acquiesced to passion Then, you disappeared Now you’re here Pressing me, Asking me what do I want? I need consistency, presence, commitment, and time. What do I feel? What I feel is Soul mate attraction, Unconfined by silence, Driven, diving, biding Ineffable, inexplicable, unconstrainable Uncontainable love and lust Intertwined and unbound How do you feel? Do you have clarity? For me, it’s taking its sweet time Dragging and compartmentalizing The inner unraveling of the unforgiven knot of the unacknowledged The unpolished And unabolished. What do I want? Excuse me as I try to unpack the dusty boxes, On my neglected shelves. I’m not a stranger to love or lust, But, I’m not a friend either. I’m not an enchantress, No siren here my friend. Nor, am I an open book, My closest companions are the choir of thoughts, Who sing songs of loyalty, doubts and declarations, I’ve wandered but I want a true partner to walk hand in hand the path of a life mundane, Stealing moments of hungry happiness, exquisite. You break down my defenses Despite all logic and suppression, Fingers press into mind’s flesh, Nails rake down your neck. My heart pounds and my mouth rounds, Warm wet worship, Down the base of your inspiring **** Your groaning and growing elicit my complete attention, And, focus my irreverent intentions To unraveling the bead formed on the cusp of your tip, Your palms trace the strands of my hair, Your pleasure drives sated completion Is it plans or preoccupations of hands? Are you practicing yet? For now, as you lament love lost I’ll sit quasi patient, Outwardly immobile and facetiously engaged Damp wanting but waiting, Quietly watching the two flames in my candle As they melt and burn the wax around its’ wicks, Hot but constrained Destructive but contained. I’ll be externally reverent for the life carefully molded, Grateful for familial serenity But, ever mindful of the calling, Forged by sound, touch and taste To an internal dereliction sung by our blue flame.

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May 11, 2025

May 11, 2025 at 1:26 PM UTC

genevieveish

Wanting

Take me back to the South? I rubbed a puppy but you made it live, I held your hand and ego as a ghost rode ***** I tasted your mouth Your deep addictive kisses were salty ripe with hidden tears, expectations and confessions of fears, You pressed me for affirmation with one foot out the door, My supposition acquiesced to passion Then, you disappeared Now you’re here Pressing me, Asking me what do I want? I need consistency, presence, commitment, and time. What do I feel? What I feel is Soul mate attraction, Unconfined by silence, Driven, diving, biding Ineffable, inexplicable, unconstrainable Uncontainable love and lust Intertwined and unbound How do you feel? Do you have clarity? For me, it’s taking its sweet time Dragging and compartmentalizing The inner unraveling of the unforgiven knot of the unacknowledged The unpolished And unabolished. What do I want? Excuse me as I try to unpack the dusty boxes, On my neglected shelves. I’m not a stranger to love or lust, But, I’m not a friend either. I’m not an enchantress, No siren here my friend. Nor, am I an open book, My closest companions are the choir of thoughts, Who sing songs of loyalty, doubts and declarations, I’ve wandered but I want a true partner to walk hand in hand the path of a life mundane, Stealing moments of hungry happiness, exquisite. You break down my defenses Despite all logic and suppression, Fingers press into mind’s flesh, Nails rake down your neck. My heart pounds and my mouth rounds, Warm wet worship, Down the base of your inspiring **** Your groaning and growing elicit my complete attention, And, focus my irreverent intentions To unraveling the bead formed on the cusp of your tip, Your palms trace the strands of my hair, Your pleasure drives sated completion Is it plans or preoccupations of hands? Are you practicing yet? For now, as you lament love lost I’ll sit quasi patient, Outwardly immobile and facetiously engaged Damp wanting but waiting, Quietly watching the two flames in my candle As they melt and burn the wax around its’ wicks, Hot but constrained Destructive but contained. I’ll be externally reverent for the life carefully molded, Grateful for familial serenity But, ever mindful of the calling, Forged by sound, touch and taste To an internal dereliction sung by our blue flame.

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In the grass, At my knees Between my legs In spite of protest At his desk, Beside my waist, In their closet Against the wall, By the pool, In his ____ At the game, Beside his in-laws Beneath the table Next to his wife, Near his son, On his knees, On my car, With absolute disregard, With complete abandon, With brazen enthusiasm, With unabashed passion, Without limitation, Without reservation, Without a yes He begged me.

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Jul 24, 2018

Jul 24, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC

genevieveish

His Wife Doesn't Know He Begged Me

In the grass, At my knees Between my legs In spite of protest At his desk, Beside my waist, In their closet Against the wall, By the pool, In his ____ At the game, Beside his in-laws Beneath the table Next to his wife, Near his son, On his knees, On my car, With absolute disregard, With complete abandon, With brazen enthusiasm, With unabashed passion, Without limitation, Without reservation, Without a yes He begged me.

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The alligator in my swamp The hornet in my nest Whispered softly under the meteor showered sky, I'm the only one who'll know. Because he never had a soul, He never could remember mine.

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Jul 17, 2018

Jul 17, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC

genevieveish

Because He Never Had A Soul

The alligator in my swamp The hornet in my nest Whispered softly under the meteor showered sky, I'm the only one who'll know. Because he never had a soul, He never could remember mine.

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