"properness" poems
Some might say my head's always in the gutter,
but what do they know of such pleasures,
those sensuous treasures denied
for prim & properness.
And to deny the sacred,
to lie in chastity,
when you'd rather
lay in the clover,
is against the very nature of love,
given to us
by the glories in Heaven above.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
a morning
of gratefulness
will heighten
my apple
or sprite
only that
one wakes
the ***
with golden
keys till
dawn flies
in rhetoric
with plea
of harmony
that properness
is parallel
as thee
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
And it all began
with a childish glance
a type of mattering
a sense of silly faces
and caring
and playing
and able to find a balance
between the properness of age
and the fun of not acting like it.
and then it begins again
with wide open conversations
and sorting out feelings
and nervous but giddy meetings
and realizations upon handshakes and hugs,
and falling into you
the way I fell for you,
consciously, consensually, and close to immediately.
to begin the beginning
happens slowly,
and then all at once.
like the process of becoming real,
or falling in love.
and maybe that's because that's exactly what it is.
to begin again
is to become real
and to fall in love
all together.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC