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I’m Weak

I am weak for merely, am just a manYour body I still crave though you have goneNo longer mine to set my gaze uponOver as quickly as it had beganYou rule my thoughts as only lonely canI’m small in the sight of my mirror onThe wall shining light of an early dawnMirror reflecting horrors thatContinue reading “I’m Weak”

If I Could Not Touch You

If I could never touch you again, I’d lose my will. I could not go, on or through. I’d crumble where I stood. Who could stand such cruelty? Who would do such a thing? How could I stand to look at you, knowing my hands could not feel your body again?I’d remember the feel ofContinue reading “If I Could Not Touch You”

Flower Waiting

Petals closed in sleepWinter winds over the groundFlowers hibernateWaiting for spring sunTo awaken sleeping eyesClimb up through the groundSay hello to warmthSay hello to new sunshineSay goodbye winterFlower waiting sleepsTo awaken in the spring This is from a dVerse prompt: So today, I’d like you to pen us a poem that includes some form ofContinue reading “Flower Waiting”

Calm Before War

On the eve before the warThe calm in the streetsIs an eerie echo that rattles in my mindLike the faint call of a forgotten loverOr a missing child. It calls to me with it’s naïve whimsyCome let’s playIt’s all make believeYou’re safe where you are.I stand on the precipiceWatching the fires burnLike spots on theContinue reading “Calm Before War”

Which Makes Our Wicked Loving Ways Sublime

Marveling at a love so fairI hold her hand in mineHer eyes meet me where I amA love true, pure and divineWhich makes our wicked loving ways sublimeFlirtatious flutters of her lashes,Lashes of her whip tailed witCut deep, so sweet, so many times;I look so forward to it.Marveling at a love so fair.Her skin soContinue reading “Which Makes Our Wicked Loving Ways Sublime”

I yam who I yam

How do you keep silentOn a cold winter’s dayLike the snores of a snakeHibernating in some forgotten hole?Do you bury your head? A gopher in a field or Perhaps an ostrich in the sand,Your head buried like treasure.It’s the polite thing to do,To say nothing,When inside your head Spins a running commentaryLike a golf tournamentAnnouncerContinue reading “I yam who I yam”

Winter or Spring

Imaginary/Lines that make borders seem realCommunication“So what did it say? More winter or early spring?”“Which one?”“What do you mean which one? The little rodent in the ground. Pops out, sees his shadow, boom, more snow or doesn’t and bam, sunshine and flowers. The groundhog.”“Yes but which groundhog? The Canadian or the American?”“What do I careContinue reading “Winter or Spring”

Feelings of Faith & Despair

I cried for the moment to endTo come back againTo stay frozen forever.Anxiety?Maybe. Anticipation? Trepidation?Excitement? Desire? Fear?Why name an emotion?Instead just feel.It sits there in my gut,Waiting to erupt.Longing for you.No, waiting for you,Like a monk.My body it’s monastery.It has a faith I lack.Never looking forward or back.It knows you’ll come along,To me, for me.Continue reading “Feelings of Faith & Despair”

Dream Woman

Dreams of her that’s all they ever wereThe only dreams I ever hadShe, her, the female formHer body, eyes, curves, smileForm my every sleeping thoughtDriving down a road slick with rainDangerous curves, yeah that’s herRunning through a desert Panting with desire For just a drop of moistureToo much a simile for me To not seeThatContinue reading “Dream Woman”

Our Only Family Road Trip

Simple trip, kids & I,Not so simple after all,Once we stopped for lunch.Familiar landmarks,Seen for the first time.The same restaurant lunch.Then the tire went flat.Hours waiting only to be led on a chase.Our only family road trip. This is for a dVerse prompt: So, for this Monday quadrille prompt, as you may have all guessed,Continue reading “Our Only Family Road Trip”