"cuddler" poems
*Winter, tricky entrapper,
cozy cuddler, night fiddler
nuzzler, tantalizer, whistler
sharp nailed cruel lover
seasonal unfailing seductress,
sprawling on the bed cloth of December,
rolling over a few months either side,
I would never take her for granted.
I see her peep through
the window curtains,
spying at the warm days eyeing me
and waiting for her to climb down the steps;
she is jealous, as she wants to linger
playfully riding on my back.
she seeped in to my blood stream,
like the narcotic effect of grass,
before I know it happens
little by little to make me
forget my other loves completely
even without my permission.
Her wiliness is stealthily at work,
to monopolize me fully
separating me from others
yes, winter is cleverness clad in white.
Now, I am at her mercy, completely
my fingers, chest and lips strangely
enjoy the cold caresses, she gives each!
I realize, she has taken over-
my body and paints my mind's canvas,
with bubbling hallucinatory white,
she wants others tightly on her leash,
my other loves complain:
"you act just what is her will
you always wear her fragrance,
on you what an influence she wields!"
can I help when winter my darling,
brooks no excuses!
She exposes me before others
I look like a pusillanimous one,
cowering and cringing before her
none, even my true love, has
such absolute control over me
like she exerts, it's a secret
but true that I wriggle to get out,
of this white net she tenderly knitted-
for my comfort, which is,
pleasurable I think, to an extent,
yet difficult to accept at the same time.
Let us part before long, not to make
our relationship much complicated,
I'll wait, till the next season arrives
you are in my list of periodic partners,
I'll be ready with warmth in my heart,
for your eventful visit, that leaves
an impression far too long to ever forget.*
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 7:58 AM UTC
I'm a hidden hero wrapped in plaster
Scrape away my hollow eyes
Uncover the darkness, danger, dust
I am shallow, shocking, forgiving, loving,
Fanatic.
I'm a would-be poet, afflicted with an inverse scheme of self-preservation.
Conducting concertos of charm on my inferior exterior
Appearing dreadful, hungover, a mite dreary
Enough to seem needy
Feed me, clothe me.
A courteous, cancerous kid contemplating causes and effects
Affect me, feel me, fight me tooth and nail.
Coddle the cuddler, campaign with cannon.
I'm a casual casualty
A murderous misanthrope.
Color me gray, tear me down to size.
Charming and belligerent
Selfish and unholy
Pious
Righteous
Conflicted.
May 10, 2011
May 10, 2011 at 10:52 AM UTC
WANTED
Girl
/
Woman
Seeking
Attractive
Funnyinteresting
Sweet
Human
Between the ages of
17
And
25.
Must enjoy
Washing dishes
And see it
As a form of reflection
Not a
Chore.
Girl/Woman
Enjoys baking
Roasting
Cooking
But not dishes.
Food provided.
Cuddler preferred.
Inquire at her heart
With soft words
And gentle glances.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 3:48 PM UTC
I woke to the sound of my son
snoring in the lounge
I had fallen asleep watching t.v
he had made himself comfortable
on the other coach
it was a joy to see him home
just for the night
then like all mothers do
I snuck closer to see how he was
he was fast asleep....so grown up is my son
I lay my hand on his forehead...smiled as he slept
then proceeded to do what I do best
Slobbered him a motherly kiss...sigh
just like I use to when he was a kid
then attack....the cuddler attacks...GRINS
all I can hear is a muffled voice say...
Awww mum....he smiles...I love you mum
I smile back...I love you too son....can't stop smiling
it made my day to see him again....yes indeed
best start to any day....sigh
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
I spend so much time thinking love is being a kamikaze pilot--if I am so willing to destroy myself for you, surely you see the depth of my feeling.
But you’re right, I bet. Right to avoid the people so willing to burn themselves alive in enclosed spaces in your name. Who’s to say that I wouldn’t nosedive with you on board? Just because I have no concept of self-preservation doesn’t mean you don’t either.
And a friend said, in the dark, with flickering fire shadows all over her face, that I know what I want in love and I believed her--believe her--but I don’t know what that means about wanting you.
You are nothing like what I want in love--careless where I’m careful, free where I’d like to be still, sensitive about things I’ll needle, not a cuddler, stamping on all the fires I want to ignite in you and me.
And if I know what I want, why do I keep crashing against you hoping the result will change? I keep thinking crash enough times, one time you’ll break, but I’m your eternal kamikaze pilot.
And I know all about the supposed virtues of persistence, but if you don’t love me and you never will, watching me die for you over and over again has got to be terrible to watch. I can’t promise I’ll stop doing it, but I can promise to keep all deaths out of eyesight and keep my mouth shut. Even when I’m drinking. Even with my heart on my sleeve. Even when I’m asleep and should be allowed to dream about crashing into you.
I love you, but I need to learn that it doesn’t have to be a death sentence.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 4:56 AM UTC
You were my everything. Literally everything.
You were my girlfriend,
My Best Friend,
My only friend.
The girl I was in love with.
You were my McDonalds date,
My Harry Potter movie marathoner.
You were my study partner,
My all night cuddler.
Literally everything.
You were every thought that crossed my mind.
You were every math problem or chemistry equation, and the only history I cared about was ours.
You were night and day,
sunset and sunrise.
You were past, present and future.
You were purpose..
Literally everything.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
Even though we fight the worst
Love does not end this fast
I dont want you back
But I still love you to the bones
You are the meanest and the sweetest
Im the craziest and a cuddler
Forever I'll have you on my skin
Some nights I'll visit you in your dreams
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 6:44 PM UTC
i have watched myself get fat
over a broken heart
my daughter told me it was okay
round is a shape
my squishy made me the best cuddler ever
i have watched myself grow lean
over a broken heart
all excess shaved away
i can fit into a pair of jeans
and still turn heads
just enough left in all the right places
i wear a ring on my wedding finger
not as a promise to another but myself
it was given to me by my sister
simple silver with one word on it
“believe”
i’m not sure that i do anymore
i have hidden a word inside that band of silver
“believe” may be our family word
it isn’t mine anymore
hidden behind a word balanced on hope
is my chosen word
balanced on reality
i am a secret walking out in plain sight
the word “forged” now balances out
that ring of silver
i am too old to believe in fairy tales anymore
i have taken all that makes them “believe”
turned it into black metal in my bones
i am becoming something they don’t want to see
smelted iron burns fire in my eyes
i vibrate at a frequency that they can’t recognize
i have been chiseled down to only what is essential
excess has no place in my life
it has become me separate from them
i am not polished or neat anymore
fire scale has reworked muscle into iron
layers of oxides left after the burning
i can see the reshaping of my skeleton
ashes covering hard angles and planes
this is my drawing down
i am proud of my hardness
i run my hands over new territory
familiar landmarks made fresh under sooty skin
nobody recognizes my rebirth by fire
i don’t need them to see me in my new skin
but that doesn’t stop me from wishing that they would
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 1:09 AM UTC