"covetable" poems
I am a coffee mug,
Earthy, clayey, rotund and pouty.
I feel loved, embraced and wanted by you most times, other times I wonder.
I would rather be in your hands, kissing your lips and at least by your side in the outdoors or by the soft yellow light by your bedside where you linger with me and the brew lost in your thoughts or a beautiful book.
I live in harmony with your favourite blue wooden tray- my carriage, the small silver spoon- to stir up a storm and create music in me, and that cane worn out coaster that fits my round ample bottoms so well.
I dream of holding magical coffee brews from lands close and far, dark.
Robust, wholesome that would make you moan in delight.
I sometimes dread that you read too much in wellness and what if you get influenced to drink less of coffee and fill me up with some detox potion, oh I worry about that so!
I am so majestic, grand and covetable and you love me so, so many options you have,
but to me is always where you go.
I stay awake humming while you sleep, in the morning I pour love into my crevices to welcome the brew just right for you.
The best thing I have done is to never give up on you but I just reciprocate what you do too💕
I sometimes carried brews so yucky for you,
Despite your love, I feel guilty of needing constant validation from you.
My favourite time is bringing in the dawn together with you or watching the rain while you lovingly caress me watching the pitter patter of raindrops on your windowsill.
The point of my life is to spread joy and give lovingly and empty myself for you.
I would like to be remembered as your forever favourite, giving, loving, being held till my last crack and then you make me into art to lie by your bedside as your favourite coaster to welcome the new one
but I will be your forever one☕️
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 10:42 AM UTC
The fragments of the sumptuous
thirty-plus
have been dispersed about me
These shards, not merely placed
here accidentally, rather having found
their way through
the hands of one who would have
them for a night
then repudiate them.
That’s how it would seem
to the hordes of eyes
who’s business goes unattended
for that sole reason.
Now it is my duty to live
with a title others who
bear the plague of
an unburdened
dangling protuberance
as a prerogative of the captivatingly covetable.
Through those very eyes
they exert themselves to live
vicariously through
your eyes.
How foolish are the feeble minded.
to so easily set out
on a self cataclysmic odyssey.
When viewed from the eyes of
the sumptuous thirty-plus
the perspective have been
effectively skewed.
The acclaim you were once
engrossed in has altered.
Transmutation has taken effect.
Soon the communal cogitation of the multitudes
will subsume
the feeble minded
Thus creating only one
possibly point of terminus:
solitary confinement.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:03 AM UTC
On a sweltering summer night, we met
Trifling, teasing in a soulful duet,
Amidst the chaotic silent blur,
She could hear my metronomic heartbeat stir,
For her, now and forever.
Her slumber exhalation my love elixir,
Her luxuriant ebony hair my midnight lair,
Her lank collarbone my chin’s night loan,
Her musk, feminine fragrance my own,
All mine, now and forever.
Pillows cast aside and sheets strewed,
Yet nothing lascivious could be construed,
It was a night I didn’t want to come to an end,
For I knew it would be the final night I would spend,
With her, now and forever.
Her morning face more covetable than the night bygone,
As sunlight and I sparred to lay eyes on,
On her, now and forever.
A one night stand incompletely complete.
A one night stand like none before and ever after.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 6:06 AM UTC