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  Aug 2017 wordvango
Emily B
But i need a day
To lay in bed
And twine toes with somebody
And stare at the ceiling

A day to talk
About nonsense
And be really heard

And laughter
I could use
Lots of that

I just need
A day

Or two or three
  Aug 2017 wordvango
Emily B
I keep my inner poet
Put away.
She is dangerous.
Doesn't understand her own power.
She thinks she can fly
And she'll make you believe
That you can, too.
But her wings are paper thin.
Too fragile for flight.

Her eyes shine too much
When the poetry is flowing.
I've seen the devastation
That can follow in her wake.

Grown men don't believe
In poetry.
Get lured in by siren songs.
Feel cheated
when the music ends.

I keep her put away
And hold my gaze on my hands
In the dirt.

We are safer that way.
wordvango Aug 2017
how deep must that hole be dug now
to hide all the sins of this serenity
lying next to you
in the morning so content
on a pillow smelling like
Jasmine
I have one ***** and a jackhammer I can borrow
and I would do it again sin
like no one in the world saw
and no being cared -of a higher power
no preacher was there when I met you
and no priest will tear me away
now
wordvango Aug 2017
come
take us a walk along the crimson tide
together
along the Baltic sea forever
in to the Forbidden Forest hand-in-hand
onto Main and Fifth avenues intersection
naked and unafraid
pose like  frozen statutes
on The Metropolitan stages
as puppets played by nobody
and get us a drink after closing hours at
the hoochie coo I know that stays open way past
legal hours
wordvango Aug 2017
songs of evening begot began like
a sleepy dream  of a couplet rhyming
along the river banks on a night such
as this, once in a misty moonlit time
her white dress on, him a lowly servant
the ball so gallant when he asked her did
she want a  truffle or a kiss and she
blushed magnificently in the sight of
all the wealthy visitors courtesans
in the court that night whose words were lonesome
and forced, they said their taught entreaties but,
she fancied the waiter and his black tight words
the way he winked when he said truffle or
a kiss
wordvango Aug 2017
dance alive
honey, I want my whole sway
to be with you
the  dip the step on a toe the parlay
my nose tucked so close to your ear
just both of us so lost in the rhythm
no one else there
on that dance floor
one more time
sweets lets grab ***
take one more shot of Cuervo
let's bring home the
band with us
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