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Not My Problem

Bright sunny dayWarmed by sunrays on my faceDark clouds on the horizonNot my problemLay face to the sunNothing needs to be doneJust me and my thoughts aloneThunder in the distanceNot my problemA puffy little cloudWaves hello from aboveBlocks the sun to give shadeI say helloBright sky of blueJust a cloud or twoNot my problem I’mContinue reading “Not My Problem”

Just A Little Leap

Just a little leapTwo feet Up in the airMove suddenly, a little scarePlace your Piece as in checkersKing me if you dareI’ve left the ground from where I wasLast spot left behindI land yet I’m somewhere new This is for a dVerse prompt: Today, I want you to jumpstart your muse by infusing your poemContinue reading “Just A Little Leap”

Yours To Be

Draped in desireSuitors stare with naked hungerOthers admire from afarI am neither and bothMy hunger is clothed with a ringClose like a chain or collarHappy to be dragged along by youUnder your gazeAnd your controlSmiles in your eyesThe flick of your fingerCurls in commandCome to me, for meI obeyCovered in your gloryIn private, in bed,Continue reading “Yours To Be”

I’m Not Mad

I’m not mad Just disappointedLike losing a friend Who had been with you through thick and thinA brother of sortsWho had fought beside youIn public and private warsNot mad enough to spit nailsJust enough to turn away When offered a whiskey or aleI’d build a bridgePay for all the partsWatch as you burn it downAndContinue reading “I’m Not Mad”

Painted Lady Butterfly

The painted lady waits outside the courtWhile the monarch acts in his mourning cloak.An autumn leaf falls to the ground back and forth, back and forth.Soon the king will lay in her arms within the fort,No rice paper gatekeeper there to betray secretsFatal metalmarks along green marble hallways,Gruesome reminders of the attack of the DukeContinue reading “Painted Lady Butterfly”

Backseat Journey

Time stored and bottledStrong winds behind driven carTerror memoriesYou close your eyes as the car heads down the highway. The music of 20 years ago sings doo-wop lulabyes. At least the car isn’t weaving this time. You lay on the long backseat of the red Buick. It won’t be long. He’ll get tired and we’llContinue reading “Backseat Journey”

Your Number

I want to touch you In all your unkept placesNeglected and discardedThose put away spacesI want to kiss your neckMoan in your ear As my lips travel up and downForget about your fearsMy tongue needs to tasteThe sweetness that hides insideThat can’t be shared Nor deniedI want to penetrateYour body, doubts and hatesWhen in aContinue reading “Your Number”