Wicked Games

 

Remember when I danced for you?

Remember how I drunkenly pushed you away

And insisted you let me go?

To just let me dance?

 

In the mist of my high I had managed to strip down.

I remember thinking how ridiculously sexy I must look.

Black laces, petite breasts and tangled hair.

It was a glorified amateur recital.

 

On my knees I provided what you craved.

This fragile slender being,

No longer self-conscious,

And the vixen inside was free.

 

With every fiber of my thong,

I wanted to hate her for her disobedience

And awaken our moist bodies

From her defying silken sheets.  

 

* A Poem from the Archives of First Love*

Schinnery Sundays

The Man under the red light,
Sings The Blues with delight.
The man's cap sits low over his eyes,
The words that spills from his lips are wise.
Rhythmically his fingers strum guitar strings,
Lyrics so raw, it speaks the truth of things.
The man under the red light,
Sings The Blues with delight.
Tap tap tap & his foot keeps the tempo,
His name is Ray, didn't you get the memo?
His voice is passionately raspy
His voice is sensually sassy
The man's cap sits low over his eyes,
The words that spill from his lips are  wise.
My soul finally fells well fed,
as Ray' chuckle lingers in my head.


  * A Poem for "The Ultimate Storyteller" of Blues
 

Nacre and a Parasite

It has been a long time since I last heard your voice. And it has been a long time since I last saw your face. It’s been a long time since I felt your skin; a long time since I smelled your scent. Many nights all I did was beg. I begged for the breathless impact of our embrace; for the tsunami of tears to end; to be graced with your presence; the molding of our hugging necks as it became one; the robust pulsing of your veins against my own and the synthesize beating of our Garnet encrusted hearts. You sparkle in my eyes and yet, you never knew it. Rare, valuable, finely cut mineral. The blacken vortex of the ocean surrounds you and yet, you still lie comfortably pillowed within your oyster bed. To put it simply, I missed you and it only grew stronger as our time unspoken, passed us by. But I waited, with nothing to use against you. Nothing to withhold from you. Nothing to take from you and no…I will not state the possible “what ifs”. I will not state my desired outcome for you, for desire causes suffering. I do not wish you pain nor do I do wish to further mine. Suitably, Megan means Pearl; the delicate stone; iridescence jewel. My sister; a gem who is most magical and most feminine, please bless me with your presence, with your touch, your warmth again, for I have and will always, await your arrival barring my unconditional love. 

 

*A Prose Poem for my sister, Megan... It's been too long, I'm blessed to have you in my life again.* 

Hey Dick

When you are at the mercy of redemption,

Abandon the art of fib talk.

Ignore those comforting thoughts of deceit,

By indulging in the happiness of the forgiver.

 

Abandon the art of fib talk,

When time does not tick or tock on your side.

By indulging in the happiness of the forgiver,

The emotions that you seek can be found.

 

When time does not tick or tock on your side,

Pursue the future with minimal sleepless nights.

The emotions that you seek can be found,

When “I” no longer sway the truth.

 

Pursue the future with minimal sleepless nights,

And chisel at the fabrications of your persona.

When “I” no longer sway the truth,

Your salvation will then be considered.  

 

*A Pantoum Poem*

Colorful Hypnosis

Challenging the bright of her shine,

Dark green threatens to invade and conquer.

 

A thin layer of mistaken red coats her skin.

And the orange of her shadow stains her pavement.

 

If hot pink can slither through,

A pool of rainbow will spill.

 

Cleverly but expectantly, black trails behind.

 

*A Poem about a painting*

Define This Bond

Frown down upon the act of ostracism from those who thrive on your demise.

Reveal the secrets of your inner being

 

Indulge your two minds into becoming one thought

Entertaining your souls with the eternal remembrance of the other

 

Never allow personal blemishes to cover your emitting beauty

Determine, solely, the qualities that pull at you

 

Silently you are challenged by the outsiders

Hindering the manifestation of nonpareil loyalty

 

Initiate appreciation with action

& Punctuate every sentence with gratitude.

 

*An Acrostic Poem; Friendship*