"lovesong" poems
He loved her and she loved him
His kisses ****** out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she ******
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and Sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains
Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy place
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His word were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assasin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
Her glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop
In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage
In the morning they wore each other's face
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I would rather be hysterical than vulnerable
to what most people call love.
I would rather couple with strange women
on an Amsterdam getaway
than let one more man
try to own me.
I prefer to ignore my own psychodynamics
in favor of endless talking cure analysis
and occasional astrology cult ******
that promise to speed my eventual evolution
from wounded *** object to invulnverable starchild.
I don’t need a Beverly Hills shrink
to tell me my narcissism and depression and squeaky voice
are symbolic of never having the power
to set a boundary between me and my father
who doted over my puberty
with slobbering praise and veiled lust.
Everyone who knows me for more than a week
sees my father throwing me financial bones
instead of apologizing for what he did
and the more I take his money
the freer I feel
distanced by automobiles with dark-tinted windows,
a house with a skull and crossbones doormat,
a silver .45 under my pillow
and not one single ex-boyfriend
about whom I will ever say a kind word.
I have created emotional and psychological invulnerability;
all men are now my father
and all men pay the price
of never being loved by me
and I pay the price of never being able to let them love me.
Now I just play with partners
and when they inevitably start to use the “L” word
I start to run inside
and I bounce off the walls and mirrors
of my own emptiness
and I go on a photo safari to Africa
where I pretend to understand the meaning of life
and I put out restraining orders
against the men who insist that I explain
and I have come to rely on legal and monetary fences
to protect me from
the truth about my deep loneliness.
I’ve never had an ******
never said I love you twice to the same person
and I think
as long as the money’s there
I won’t have to.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 11:33 AM UTC
Moonlake’s ripples glitter,
Desires sown by full moon;
Wistful night ahead!
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
In love's dances, in love's dances
One retreats and one advances,
One grows warmer and one colder,
One more hesitant, one bolder.
One gives what the other needed
Once, or will need, now unheeded.
One is clenched, compact, ingrowing
While the other's melting, flowing.
One is smiling and concealing
While the other's asking kneeling.
One is arguing or sleeping
While the other's weeping, weeping.
And the question finds no answer
And the tune misleads the dancer
And the lost look finds no other
And the lost hand finds no brother
And the word is left unspoken
Till the theme and thread are broken.
When shall these divisions alter?
Echo's answer seems to falter:
'Oh the unperplexed, unvexed time
Next time...one day...one day...next time!'
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Take it baby, take it all
get your back against the wall
take it baby, take it deep
pushing till you start to weep
**** it pretty baby, do
taste my seed, its all for you
now **** it baby, good and slow
move those hips and feel me grow
feel the pulsing as you rock
riding on my swollen ****
then lick it baby, lick it clean
cause I'm the best there's ever been.
Let me watch your fingers linger
at your ***** moist and tender
let me see them go inside
thats it girl, dont try to hide
moan for me as force gets stronger
shorter breaths, wont hold much longer.
Then on your back, legs in the air
impaled by me, my lady fair
you'll scream for me girl, when you witness
how a real man takes care of business.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
Touching you was like static electricty in a dark room,
a makeshift thunderstorm in your fingers,
you had more noise in you than a little heart could handle;
so you came bursting open:
screaming, hands punching the air and gasping
for sanity; they said if you hear God it's probably purgatory
what would they call it
when I hear the windclap of your hips a sonic boom
and the quiet of your eyes like blood rushing to my head
in an anechoic chamber;
would they call it madness or delusion
or a mix of a little bit of both; could be alcohol,
could be love
because when I lit a match
in your darkness,
it burned the whole house down.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
he fell for a girl
mourning the heartbreak of a boy
who fell for a friend
to the tune
of a broken lovesong
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
If you don't want me to go,
don't push me away.
If you don't want me to stay,
don't pull me closer.
If you don't want to remember,
don't ask me to explain.
Tell me to leave
only after you've held me close.
Tell me you hate me
only after you've stolen a kiss.
Tell me you're sorry
only after you've left bruises.
Tell me you love me
and I'll stay.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
Fate's a cruel mistress
She'll give you her fury
The likes of which hell hath not seen
So beware of her temper
Don't try to placate her
She's spiteful and bitter
She'll make you regret her
Fate's a cruel mistress
You'll see
She'll play you a lovesong
She'll whisper your name
But, son, heed my warning
She'll rob you blind in the morning
And have you arrested that day
She's spiteful and bitter
She'll make you regret her
Fate's a cruel mistress
You'll see
Son, don't stop listening to me now
She isn't done with you yet
It only gets worse from here
'Cause when you make bail
She'll shack up with your friends
She'll wear them on her finger like rings
She's spiteful and bitter
She'll make you regret her
Fate's a cruel mistress
You'll see
And when she's had her fun
She'll reach inside your back
She'll rip out your heart
You won't stand a chance
She'll leave you on the floor
And while your bleeding out
She'll say,
"You have nobody but yourself to blame."
Fate's a cruel mistress
She'll give you her fury
The likes of which hell hath not seen
So beware of her temper
Don't try to placate her
She's spiteful and bitter
She'll make you regret her
Fate's a cruel mistress
You'll see
She's spiteful and bitter
You'll never forget her
Fate's a cruel mistress
You'll see
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 11:58 PM UTC
Why so sad my morning angel
did the darkness clip your wings
pull your heart down here from heaven
to settle where the reaper sings.
Why so sad my pretty blossom,
see your weakened petals fall
once you ruled the wildflower hillside
with hope and wonder for us all.
Please lift your heart and sing a lovesong
sing of aching burning need,
sing of limbs entwined and stirring
hidden places, planted seed.
Won't you lift your song to heaven
spread your wings and count to ten
'cause lingering deep within your passion
is where I found my soul again.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 8:12 AM UTC
it goes like this-
he pulls himself into himself, ribs
collapsing inward in an attempt to become smaller. smoke and mirrors and a jump from a high-rise
he never quite pulled it off, though
he says "brand new, baby
never been used"
holds my hand and tells me a lovesong that ends with:
"and the dust settled."
gripping at my fingers so the bones crack
it sounds more like a confession than a story
and he's never been able to stay still so
he doesnt,
fidgeting away and back, a restless tide
salt licking at his cheeks, and he tastes like a dream
like the ruined rotted boards of a shipwreck
and he smells like smoke all the ******* time. i wanna
romanticize him,
wanna breathe in his lungs and blow out a piece of art,
i wanna dress him up in angel wings
and ask him how close to the sun he can go without melting. split me open
wartime in monochromia, could do this for hours
if i didnt know that it would wreck me. he cant stop
********* open the holes in his jeans, says
he just wants to have control over something. says,
"this is what it feels like to be on fire"
and i believe him.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
My friend Shira
whose name means song and legs mean trouble
wrote a lovesong to God,
hoping He’d buy her redemption
but instead He bought her a sandwich
from the central bus station,
salmon on whole wheat no cucumbers.
So
I sat with her on the top of the nearest mountain
flashlight in my mouth, rock in my shoe
and watched the buses run later than they’re scheduled to,
hoping my epitaph would read
“She might’ve
She might’ve
She might’ve been wrong”.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 7:03 AM UTC
For season that gives bless’ed days in light,
Your comely looks will ever leave the shore;
For you a snowdrop land out for delight,
I wait and yearn for honeyed sound: amour.
Oh budding youth and binding honest smells,
No bird nor figure did evoke my mind;
Your sweet, your caprice tale in spring we tell,
Your dream of slumber wrote for me designed.
For you bloom lily, iris, rose with charm,
That dance, that laugh and soothe red eyes so sore;
So arrows cushion frays within your arms!
Complete devotion of my heart to yours.
By you my lonely heart shall be adored,
Go onwards, so our journey upwards soars.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC
To be so Lucky twice in a lifetime
to Love a man so pure of heart
With Faith anew, I Pledge to you
An Endless Love, an Endless start.
Two Souls entwined, made into one
up and around Loves' unending vine,
twines my Life, your life, ours
as your heart beats, so shall mine.
A Lovesong written in the stars
and to all that lend an ear
A path so finelytuned it sings
so Loud the Angels hear.
And Oh at last to find such joy
A place so Great, known
and now I lay me down to rest
FOR IT"S BEEN A LONG JOURNEY HOME!
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
"I've fallen in love,
And her philosophy is divine" he said.
"Her words, they cascade.
From her mouth- enchanting like surf on the sea.
Her views expressed with anguish and creativity."
I told him to run away.
"She's just well spoken, well versed".
But he only cursed me,
And his heart became hardened.
She had divided,
She had decided,
On his behalf.
He was a sacrifice, and she had to eat .
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
Another weary December's coming
And I hate the cold
I really thought you'd remember, darling
But it seems you've left me alone.
In the morning my heart's aching
For a gentle soul
I remember your blue eyes
They always made me feel whole.
You left me cold
You left me cold
You left me cold
You left me-
Run away, run and leave me cold
Run away, run and leave me old
Run away, darling, run to yesterday
Run away, pretend I had a say
The nighttime bruises black and blue and
The light is bleak at sunrise
And the roses I named for you have
Withered on their vines.
I leave you flowers on the sidewalk
I speak your name to the stars
Can't seem to tether up my wild heart
Even when it leaves scars.
You left me cold
You left me cold
You left me cold
You left me-
Run away, run and leave me cold
Run away, run and leave me sold
Run away, run there's no escape
Run away, for the hearts you break
Run
Run
Run and leave me cold
Run
Run
Run, keep your control
Run
Run
Run, there's nothing left
Run
Run
Run, I should have guessed...
You'd leave me cold
You left me cold
You left me cold
You left me
Cold.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
"I've fallen in love,
And she's so beautiful I could die", he said.
"Her hair, it flows.
As much as a pixie cut can flow.
Her eyes, they glow.
As much as the gates of heaven can."
I told him to look away.
"Love is a child's game. Don't be a fool".
But he was a ****** fool,
And his heart was set upon her.
Finding,
Dining her.
After all,
She was a delicacy, and he had to eat.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
Natures beauty
pure
An innocence is bliss
Seraphic cords
Long languid kiss
Rainbows gracing
Skies with glory
SLow melodies
Adding feeling
To words
Really nothings said
Yet everything heard
Painted canvas
Vocal remedies
Curing my pounding heart
Glances strong to begin with
Causing ****** before the start
Sun glimmering
Hallucinating green stages
Platform you stand on
Vibrations of bark to bark
Swaying ground
Underneath my gliding feet
Head on collision
Moment our bodies meet
Hush hush
Feel the beat
Silence in the midst
Cheering calls
As we pump our fist
The movements addicted to the sounds
Ticking like a clock
While the time goes down
Feel the beat
Cooled hands
Suffocating my waist
Heating my body
From a little taste
Sharp flats
Notes of a lovesong
Natures beauty
Calm sweet
Sensuality expressed through music
The cherished harmonies we keep
Just feel the beat
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Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 1:49 PM UTC
he played the same song
of love
running around in my dreams
all throughout my mind
the chords echoed in my head
touching the strings of my heart
oh so beautifully
he played
falling in love with him
like falling in love with the music
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
Birdsong brings relief
To my inner music
Whispers that became a voice
Of a girl looking at the moon
That was my daughter and not
Ecstatic for some star practice
Souls that laugh in light
Watersong brings relief
To my inner waiting
Some song ran through me
Whispers that became a melody
Lovesong brings relief
To all the sorts of desires
I used to play in my mind
Whispers that became a voice
How blind and deaf I was
Truthsong sees unity everywhere
Even in the sorrow and drama of the world
The minute I realized this
I was never the same again
Spirit sees nothing to criticize
Soulsong loves an entire lifetime
No matters the ills, no matter the obstacles.
So sing me a song, O love
O purity O deep music
Let me serve a higher cause
Like stainless endless radiance.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 7:14 AM UTC
Your laughter was a melody
and I always sang along.
Now the notes are distorted
and I forgot the words to our song.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
I love the feel of a dusty parcan without a bulb,
or electrics, or anything at all except an empty shell,
In another life I lived alone, and kept lamps as pets.
Birdies flying around my head, and cantatas doing what they do,
barndoors wagging, or shutters fluttering off to sleep in the moonlight,
with a single 50 degree spot to scare away the rats and mice.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
i'm really gonna miss the times
where we could just hang out
i'm really gonna miss the sighs
when you pleased my mind to goop, inside out
oh but things are changing
things won't be the same
i find my self anticipating, yet worried
wondering if you'll forget my name
i'm really gonna miss the jokes
laugh-laughin' all night long
i'm really gonna miss your voice
making my heart skip every time
oh but things are changing
things won't be the same
i find myself anticipating, yet worried
wondering if you'll forget my name
i'm really gonna miss the pain
that my mind trades for loving you
i'm really gonna miss the time
i willingly spent between us two
oh but things are changing
things won't be the same
i find my self anticipating, yet worried
wondering if you'll forget my name
yeah, i'm really gonna miss a lot of things
but out of all of them,
i'll miss you.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 1:49 PM UTC
She says she has an opening
At 9:15 a.m. Thursday morning.
Whose permission do I need
To respond to what is essentially
My own request, my own persistence,
My own action. Do I regret it
Or don’t I?
Do I dare to eat this peach?
Do I dare to bring this moment--
At 9:15 Thursday morning--
To its crisis?
Will the mermaids still not sing to me
When I become less willing to drown,
Or will they sing louder than for
Anyone else, for want of that
Which they cannot have?
I will arrive at 9:15 a.m.
On Thursday morning
With the bottoms of my trousers rolled,
Not to dip my feet into the
Misleadingly temperate waters,
But to show a counselor
The over-worn, many-colored
And many-patterned
Socks that I wear
Much too often,
And she will tell me
It’s warm enough outside
To just wear sandals.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
to the beat of your heart
i fall asleep
skin to skin
to the rhythm of your breath
i wake up
eye to eye
to the melody of your smile
i calm down
arm in arm
to the song of your voice
i live on
hand in hand
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC