"unlace" poems
Light melts across the gilded field
sunbeams through holes in a cloud
silently across your face, rays yield
shadows cast off their shroud
A dewy kiss warms morning thoughts
of a lover's raw embrace
desires twisted up in knots
yearnings will unlace
Lay me down on a clover sea
and a honeysuckle bed
gentle breezes wash over me
flowing like water instead
Wet lips entwined with hunger
gives way to beating hearts
our fingertips do linger
panting breaths depart
So lay with me on this bed of gold
blowing kisses in my ear
a golden field for my love to hold
darling, let's stay right here
Nov 5, 2022
Nov 5, 2022 at 6:07 AM UTC
“Unbind
Unclasp
Uncover
Uncurl
Unfurl
Undo
Unfasten
Unfold
Unhinge
Unhook
Unleash
Unlink
Unmask
Unroll
Unveil
Unclip
Unlace
Unzip
Untie
Unbutton
Unlock”
“Undress.”
“Understood.”
Unravel
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 5:39 AM UTC
If you are Horatio, let me be Hamlet
Because I need you right by my side
If I must face what is to face
If you are Horatio, let me be Hamlet
Because if I face what is inside
I might need you to be my brace
If you are Horatio, let me be Hamlet
Because if I need someone to hide
All the ghosts I see, it’d be my ace
If you are Horatio, let me be Hamlet
Because if I get caught up in the tide
I’d need you to bring me down from space
If you are Horatio, let me be Hamlet
Because when my hands are seldom tied
I’d need you to come unlace
If you are Horatio, let me be Hamlet
Because if there is someone to be alongside
You’d be in just the right place
Because if you are Horatio,
let me be Hamlet
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
Is tired with standing though they never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glistering,
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,
That th' eyes of busy fools may be stopped there.
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime
Tells me from you, that now 'tis your bed time.
Off with that happy busk, which I envy,
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
Your gown going off, such beauteous state reveals,
As when from flowery meads th' hill's shadow steals.
Off with that wiry coronet and show
The hairy diadem which on you doth grow;
Now off with those shoes, and then safely tread
In this love's hallowed temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes heaven's angels used to be
Received by men; thou angel bring'st with thee
A heaven like Mahomet's paradise; and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know
By this these angels from an evil sprite,
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
License my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O my America, my new found land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned,
My mine of precious stones, my empery,
How blessed am I in this discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds, is to be free;
Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
Full nakedness, all joys are due to thee
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be,
To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use
Are like Atlanta's ***** cast in men's views,
That when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem,
His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them.
Like pictures, or like books' gay coverings made
For laymen, are all women thus arrayed;
Themselves are mystic books, which only we
Whom their imputed grace will dignify
Must see revealed. Then since I may know,
As liberally, as to a midwife, show
Thyself: cast all, yea, this white linen hence,
Here is no penance, much less innocence.
To teach thee, I am naked first, why then
What needst thou have more covering than a man.
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Silken ribbons lacing dainty ankles
toes snug within slippers in first position
she nods her head for the music to begin
breathing a deep breath, ready to audition
Vibrations dance through out the floor
her frail body flows with such grace
with an arabesque she looks into the crowd
hides her nervousness, with the smile upon her face
As pirouettes sync with the allegro tempo
into a grande jete she soars through the air
though her leg gives, she falls with broken pins
an elegant bun lands as unraveled hair
Breathing deep breaths, her heart beat races
while seeping into the floor she rests her head on
are the tears of failure forming a lake
around the broken winged beauty, a fallen swan
Her shattered dreams unlace defeated slippers
for she has cried out all of her ambition
to be a prima ballerina, now never to curtsy
with ankles chained in fear locked in first position.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
expecting the ride of a lifetime
hype guy with the pimped out kith jeans
and the shoes that cost god knows what
but he pulls me off of him so he can
carefully unlace them, while i get drier
than a desert waiting for him
like, ***
show up in sweats and a hoodie so i can
steal it next time, man
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
Gonna throw away
The grin today.
Signs of agony
In the words I say.
Rid myself
Of joyous things,
Now a jester
After living like kings.
No use telling a lie
When you're about to cry.
Its only a matter of time,
Until you spill
The reason why.
Lost the trust,
So what's the use?
Unlace my shoes
And tie a noose.
Im not a straight shooter
But I've got a trigger finger.
The feeling of fear,
It loves to linger.
Nothing changes
If nothing changes,
Take control
When it rearranges.
Dont need
The ***** deeds,
Determining
Flowers from weeds.
Taking a walk
In a field of the land mine,
Your head isn't sleepy,
Dont lay it on the line.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 1:35 PM UTC
Tell, if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come
This camphire, storax, spikenard, galbanum,
These musks, these ambers, and those other smells
Sweet as the Vestry of the Oracles.
I’ll tell thee:—while my Julia did unlace
Her silken bodice but a breathing space,
The passive air such odour then assumed
As when to Jove great Juno goes perfumed,
Whose pure immortal body doth transmit
A scent that fills both heaven and earth with it.
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Unlace your shoes and step to the side;
I'll do the same.
Borrow my worn out soles and
Stretch them over your aching feet;
It's okay if they don't quite fit.
Make my body yours,
My toes, my long legs,
My stomach, my *******
My collarbones, my hair
But most importantly,
Take my eyes.
Take the eyes that have filled with fascination
Whenever you step into view.
Take the eyes that have soaked up your personality,
Grasped it with bare hands and never let it go.
Take the eyes that squint every time you humor me and
Never seem to shed tears.
Take the eyes that have noticed your every flaw,
Seen you almost every day for the past ten and a half months,
And still look at you
With fascination.
Stare into those beautiful brown marbles,
Pay attention to those tiny specks of green...
But, don't forget to look through them.
Because if eyes really are the windows to our souls,
You must be the most beautiful person on the planet.
And if we really could trade shoes for even just a moment,
Maybe you'd realize it, too.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
O handsome thrill, immodest in measure:
the red death upon which I cast my infamy
is visible in the village square.
No judge shall restore bleached skulls to dignity
now that I unlace my boots at leisure.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
There is a tender way to touch you,
not more than a brush across your cheek.
I seek a gentle kiss so not to miss your soft
and red-rose lips that meet mine, the glory
of your golden hair that falls upon my face
as I unlace your flowered blouse to place
my fingertips upon your silk-like skin to begin
to love the rest of you. I lay you down on soft,
blue sheets, your head upon pillows made of
wild willow leaves softer than robin's feathers.
I bare you beauty slowly that glows like a candle's
flame in a room that is at once so dark and bright.
The light comes from your luminous eyes that smile
at me as I reveal the rest of you from waist to knees
to heels and toes. No one knows the tender touch
I bestow upon your gentle being that I alone am seeing.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 2:47 PM UTC
I see the ones
who don't see anyone.
Their skin is as fragile as the pages in an old book
and they look at me with eyes that have read it all,
seen it all
and are still scared.
I know their loved ones;
the worried fingers
that lace and unlace
as they stare a hole in the space between their shoes,
unused to the barriers,
fighting every instinct just to keep dear ones safe.
When I grace their bedside,
adjust the pillows behind their heads, I think;
every touch is their touch -
the ones that can't be close -
reaching through closed doors.
Every look is their look.
Every word of comfort are words those loved ones would say.
I hope they know,
and I pray they are
no longer alone.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
I would say my bed is the only place
I feel at home anymore but
You are still haunting my dreams
I want to unlace you from my brain,
and rip every stitched piece of you out of
my heart
until red reflects everything,
Like neon street lights,
I want to ask you in the sweetest song
your ears have ever heard
"What does it feel like to be in love"
But my hands shake at the thought
of you not saying
"It's hand crafting every star in the sky to bring out your smile"
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
At last the autumn
wind has stripped
the branches bare.
Even insubordinate
trees now stretch
their naked limbs
along a leaf of sky;
timber ledger lines
compose a staff
where birds rest
as quarter notes,
the nested chimes
of winter’s song.
You and I unlace
our leather boots.
We wait for snow,
white and absolute,
to change the score,
to blanket measured
roots, a silent chorus.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
Careful as you unlace
The delicate ribbons of leather
Separating my skin from your lips
'Lincoln Park After Dark' is the shade
Of dark that fills your hungry mouth
The lips I know and love
Feel even better on the most hidden part of my body
Take your time
With each lick
And keep your hunger for me
Until I kiss you good night
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 3:29 AM UTC
I wear your shoes
just to see what these soles
have tread upon
I put myself in your
worn leather just to see
from your perspective
Truth is- I'm not so
sure I like it...
The forward motions
going nowhere- is like stepping
in quicksand
I try and stand tall, but I'm
drowning and feeling small in
your shoes.
And I could have chosen
to have never laced up
these boots
But then again,
I would have never gained such
perspective of the neglected
So I unlace them.
place them on your shoe rack
and wear my own dusted boots
for the lack of love or light or
just coming home to us
to me at night.
I have my own shoes to fill now
and you can choose to wear mine
and see what I see
Or continue on in your shoes-
perspective distorted
to stumble on blindly.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
trace your faint touch down my rib cage,
whispered nails hush my chest,
let's synch our heart beats,
exhale burgundy breath,
that cheap red wine
and our ultra violet teeth.
unlace your lucid lust,
cocoons under silk sheets,
thread counts are high,
your body next to me.
your head rests gently,
my arm falls asleep,
i try not to move,
make sense to me.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
Come to bed, darling, for sure the hour is late.
Most certainly, your conference call can wait.
The children are asleep and I’m abed,
So work must wait, come play with me instead.
Don’t waste these hours with fitful sleep tonight
when you and I could fill them with delight.
Unlace that camisole and let it drop,
A goodly start. I didn’t say to stop!
Then, turning towards me with an impish smile
Lose the slacks and add them to the pile.
Then, taking sight of my most firm intention
Remove your hose, the devil’s own invention.
When we are wearing just our birthday suits
Arch your back like a feline in pursuit.
Keep the heels, they’re red and bold I swear
They spur me to enjoy my favorite pair.
Those orbs of night won’t ignored my dear
As we effect conjunction of the spheres
We stifle cries as we make our cradle rock.
We'll tell the kids it was an aftershock.
Some nights are cold but this one needn’t be,
If you fall asleep held safe and warm by me.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
a certain accumulation of
desires that have simply overcome
my small (ever ever small)
being...
but i can't help but imagine
your defined body next to mine
mine lying next to your heart beat beat beat
hah hah hah hearts long lost
Could i sit here forever,
just to here that heart beat.
your heart beat.
desires have simply overcome.
Me.
and oh only christ can defend me,
how, how i desire for your lips on mine
your eye lash flutter
your distant thoughts bustle
your intelligence creeping
behind our curtains
don't act so repulsed
by my face in my moonlight,
if you had wished for a pristine certificate
you shouldv'e asked for an official v card
because you can unlace my blouse
if it's cold enough to display a
modern art form
and succumb to the scent of cashmere silk
against lavender dawns
outside our big class window
so i'll bite my tounge
because my desire for you is
stronger than a flame in the trail
the pressure to a point
the hello in a goodbye
lets pray for some good will
because i could get some duty done before God with you
oh, no no I'm not the desperate type.
just the type to take your suspenders off.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
I looked off in the distance, a horizon of mountains strung together, the whole range atop an alpine lake.
I looked out only to be fixated on your tanned skin wadding off in the water, the same skin that I’d watched darken in the summers sun, the same skin I became so familiar with under the covers of blankets and snow. Layered but much paler than your tone now, it always was winter months that inspired warmer thoughts.
But there you are, you’re no longer the warm thoughts I pined to grasp.
You’re here in view and more than I could’ve ever imagined, watching you unlace your boots and rip your socks off in rolled clumps as you marched through the overly saturated banks still recovering from the past, the thawing warmth of spring at the end of a snow season, just like you.
Taking high steps, you feel the mud tugging at your heels, attempts to hang on, to cling instead of breaking clean free only to be washed away with another plummeting progressive step. Each part of you beginning to drown a little more in the experience.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
that phrase carries such a punch
wow
wow could mean this
"i cant believe you could"
or it could mean that
"you would ask me"
it COULD mean the other
"how could you?"
but christ
thats not a swear right
christ?
im not going to win this fight
i didnt even have on head gear
**** ill be bloodied
and you wont even be bruised
would you help me
unlace both my gloves?
you can do that right
if i taught you how to tie it
you can take it the reverse way
another three minutes
lost
to the rattling of the branches
to the shuttering of leaves
to the crash that they make
the BOOM
on the floor
we can hear those
im a fan though
of the noise
that will always win
as long as you
are there to record it
peripheral mic catching
every partial sneeze
jeebus
we are going to slap hands
no matter what happens
swoop
or sail
bye i guess
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 3:35 AM UTC
From the day of that first spark
Wandering heart solaced to park
From the day I first saw you
Missing you always makes me blue
From the day of our first kiss
Every day since that moment reminisce
From the day our first squeeze of the hand
Trust and love a thousand miles spanned
From the day our first passionate embrace
Intricate packed sublime feelings unlace
From the day we made our first love
Uplifted my world to heaven above
From the day our dreams fused into one
For me it will be only you and no one
From the day our heart beat in sync
Every day you is all I think
From the day we first miss each other
You in my mind omnipresent feature
Every time you read this anywhere any day
Note my love stays as fresh as on that first day
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 7:57 AM UTC
I spent all night attempting to take
Care of you even after you said
I was needy, I stayed awake
Sober while I put you to bed.
I covered you in blankets we shared
Wiped puke off of your face
I did not mind having to stay there
(Boots weren't that hard to unlace)
Helping makes me feel good
If I was the one passed out by two
I know without doubt you would
Take care of me the same way too
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
There is something big behind you
And you don’t know what it is
But you know you have to run
That you've always been running
The thing behind you
Is always bigger than you
But you've always taken it down
And down
And down
In the past, you’ll do it again
and again
and again
Because you have to
Because it’s your responsibility
Though you don’t remember accepting it
Because who else would be there
If you weren't?
And all you want
Is to unlace your boots
To lay down your guns
To let someone else take up the hunt
But the thing behind you
Is only behind you
And it’s always
Always
Bigger than you.
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 1:22 AM UTC
they knew all along
how i would smile knowingly
and tangle my thoughts with obvious memories,
visualizing our fingers laced together.
they knew
how i would close my eyes and picture you next to me
masking me from everything and everyone evil.
it's odd,
they knew everything
yet they ripped you away from me
too fast for me to unlace my fingers from yours.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC