Moxie after a short nap,
crescive energy from the
Cream-sugared taste; Java
A-plenty.
Another minute to
Waste; for this life's
Not long enough.
A coy wouldst be nice,
For tis I am human,
A convive with
Scented candles,
Bare feet; none
Shoes nor sandal.
I seekest contemning
Not more doubts and
In tears to be oceans
For swimming; but
Like a newborn, I
Want to be rocked
In one's arm's, and
Fingertips touching,
Two separate souls
Connecting, as mine
Legs cross with one,
Side to side; arm to
Arms. Mine hand
Over ones hips,
Tightly squeezing.
Lips bitten a bit
For kiss, a gentle
Bleeding, two-
Hearts beating,
Becoming one
Flesh, ones head
Resting upon this
Ancient chest. To
Kiss one's forehead,
And sayest (hey mine
Queen), wakie wakie
Mine love, tis the morn,
I made thee breakfast-
Toast with butter, jelly,
Eggs with cheese on
On top; hot coffee.
Id stroke ones hair
Mine fingers caress
One's scalp and head.
I'll just stop before I
Keep going, these art
Just wantings kept un-
Said. I think I'll just go
Back to bed. I think I'll
Get lost in mine head.
© Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poets poetry
Word meanings
Moxie- force of character
crescive- increasing, growing.
Coy- caress, strong with a hand.
convive; a gathering at which there is feasting.
Contemning- love.
Tis- it is.
Java- coffee.
Wouldst- would.
None (no) in archaic form.
Seekest-seek.
Sayest;say
Mine+my.
Thee-, you.