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Details | Free verse | |

My Cat

I love my cat.

She has 4 legs 

and a tail 

and nice ears 

and a cute little nose.

She is gray with black stripes.

Her eyes are kinda green

kinda yellow.

I don't know what colour this is?

Her name is Bast.

This is the name of a very pretty cat goddess

who lives where the pyramids grew.

When my cat is happy she purrs.

So do I.

My cat is soft and warm.

My cat likes to eat food.

Right now I am feeding her special food for young cats.

She likes this better than the last stuff.

She eats all day long.

I do too.

If I become fat

or she becomes fat

I will cut down on our food.

My cat also likes to drink water.

So do I.

I got rid of her cat bowls.

Now she uses the same bowls I do.

I think this makes her feel extra special.

When my cat wants to play outside

she meows and scratches at the door.

This is how I know if she wants to play outside.

My cat poops in the neighbour's yard

so I don't have to clean her litter box too much.

I love my cat.

If I was a cat I would marry her.

We could have a honeymoon in the park.

I would dance around

and watch her climb trees.

At night my cat sleeps on top of me.

If she moves around too much

she wakes me up.

This makes me mad.

But she doesn't care.

She just looks at me.

And looks at me.

Then waits for me to fall back asleep

so she can sleep on top of me some more.

But I still love my cat.

Very much.

Even if she makes me mad sometimes.

But only now and then.

She creates far more happiness than anger.

I suppose this is how it is for some married couples?

Cats are great.

I wish more people had a cat like mine

because then everyone else would be happy just like me.

One great big happy world

filled with peaceful thoughts instead of so much pain and war.

I hope she lives a long time.

When she dies I will get another cat

because they are so nice.

And when I die 

I will meet all of my cats

up in heaven.

I love my cat.

And she loves me.


Details | Free verse | |

These ribbons I tie as you leave

Blue – 
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.

Red – 
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the drunken color
from our orange cheeks.
and our sweat, our sweat, our sweat
evaporating 
in the drenched summer air.
Our pants futile afterthoughts
Left crumpled on the floor
It is here I asked for your respect
And you filled me with it.


Orange – 
for the musk smell of our blanket den. I would watch the way dawn light
speckled your shoulders, pale, white-blue
Iridium. 
I would trace the ink
of your skin, fingertip hovering a half inch
from your bone. 

Green – 
for how my name would hesitate
on your breath in brief puffs 
like dandelion seeds blown from 
My wistful lips when I was 
eleven 
waiting for them to bring back my wish.

Black – 
for my sleeveless dress, as we strolled from 
your father’s funeral.  

It was the only time I watched you cry.

There were little holes in the cement sidewalk.
They filled with rain, oil
And your tears.
I watched your face change through 
their watery colored reflections.


Pink – 
for the way your skin repels from my 
Touch, quivers as though my finger- 
print were a red hot poker.
You haven’t allowed me to touch you
In a year.

Purple – 
for the color of her font, as she responds to you. It is an eager
Color. She responds with all the passion of an Eskimo kiss. 

You left her waitng..always.

I have been special to you,
she replies to your
overtures.

Her letters 
Who blush
like a maid
Who’s felt the hot moist
whisper of something naughty
tickle against her ear lobe.

White – 
for the way your eyes punch accusations
sharper then your razor tongue.

They spit 
blue crackled lightening,
like an angry alley cat.

My words cannot reach you here.
You will leave.

We will divide our booty

Words that once held my name like a piece
Of carefully folded origami
now hiss cold 
devoid like the plaster of our empty room.

Grey- 
for the morning 
now knocking on my window.

I am livid in my withdrawal, tossing and turning
I can find no comfort
in
the tangle of these vacant sheets. 




Details | Free verse | |

Her Name Was Rain - Collaboration with Casarah Nance

Rain, if you were warm I would dance in you, 
I would be like the breeze and whip around you 
Rain, since you are cold I'll stay away from you 
Its such a bummer cause I want to play with you. 

Thoughts of running through the rain with you 
Makes my heart go insane for you 
I'll hold your hand and slow dance with you 
Alone in the grassy meadow just me and you 

What would I give to beat along with you 
Dripping on the tin shed of the roof with you 
Making sweet music on the wind chimes with you 
Wet and soft on a blanket in the fields with you 

Rain, I'd spend the entire night with you 
Enjoying the touch and feel of you 
No looking back when I'm with you 
Rain oh how I would love to dance in you 

Rain how intense is that storm the comes with you 
The thunder and lightening that stays with you 
Its okay because I still want to change with you 
Rain oh how I want to become one with you.


Details | Free verse | |

Rivers of intense reverberations

Wind Wind whistle,Blow his name up in the sky,where it belongs.
Blow his name amongst the Stars,where radiant angels play their
golden harps and Faries play their horns.
Clouds,Clouds,be his cushioned pilows,the place where he can rest.
Moon,Moon shine his darkened night,and be his rocking cradle nest.
Crickety Crickets play  in clattering melodies,as raindrops fall in
tick tick waltz on the dancing trees in wafting breeze.
Handsome red chested cardinal,open your wing of passion to your
silky whitye pure dove,as the wind blows her to your shelter,
Sing for her the song of love.
Wind Wind,whirl again and blow his name up in the sky,above all 
Greek gods,above highest of the high,where she holds him,
till all crushing waves,wild tides and oceans die.


Details | Ballad | |

What's in a Name .

Mom.. I think I might be homosexual..
CALM~DOWN !.. I just said THINK !..
It's not I fear
My multi~studded ear ,
Or that I look stunning dressed in pink .
I wont complain ,
As I sip champagne
Of my blemish~free youthful looks ,
Or how I enjoy the finer things in life ;
Like fine art , or poetry books .
 NO !.. I never joined the Girl~Guides .
 You're being silly...patronizingly .
I dont like damp
But I do love camp....
'Specially in Summer , by the sea .
I like being with Brad and Christopher ;
Young Lloyd is such a dear
And Mourice is such  a sweet lad ;
Yes.. I'll always keep them near .
But , deep inside my inner soul
When push will come to shove .
For my own part ,
Who has my heart ,
Yes !.. It's Annie I really love .
But one thing that still bothers me ,
And will , until my dying day ....
Is , when on that morn....
Yes!.. When I was born..
WHY ! !.. Did you name me  GAY ??...


Details | Free verse | |

Love is writing her name in the air with sparklers

Love is writing her name in the air with SPARKLERS!



I need a new heart!
Like the one I had when I was 5,
when I wrote her name in the air.
When the deep red held us up,
and I thought Birds touched Bees Beneath the lilies
Softly, 
because that is how I touched my Grandmother and the cheeks of Horses.


I need one,
that will not grow up.
One that will hunt for carnivals in August.
One that keeps filling. 
One that carries salt and a pairing knife through the garden when it’s hungry.
One that still sleeps on the bellies of yellow dogs.

I need one, 
most importantly, 
that still falls in love.
Love, 
LOVE I SAY!
Love that is simple
and feels like birds must.
When they warble a deep red and
carve the air.
Lifting bees,
Softly.
Like sparklers into the sky. 


If you think you have such a heart I will to pay!!!
I have a savings of over $15,000 and I am willing to have wages garnished.

*an installment plan with interest negotiable.


In the exchange of hearts you will receive mine for as long as is needed or until a 
preferred heart is available.
It is a sort of sad thing this heart. 
Slowly folding over onto itself, collapsing inwards like a shipwreck. 
However, its meter is quite steady and will be an adequate replacement until another, 
more suitable heart is found.


* Serious Inquiries Only!!!!


Details | Acrostic | |

~His Name Is Wonderful~

Jesus~
Earned his name~
Suffered all the pain~
Under the hands of men~
Settled with hate against him~

Compassionately he forgave them still~
He loved us then and he always will~
Rising he gave us the right to survive~
Intoxicating he is to all of our lives~
Supplying our each and every need~
Thank you father, For blessing me~

Our king above kings~
Understanding he brings~
Radiant he is indeed~

Living for Christ is the greatest thing~
Only in him may you rest in peace~
Remember each day to trust and forgive~ 
Divided from him is no way to live~


Details | Free verse | |

My Emily

She never did come back home that night
Me pacing the floor
Walking for miles in search of her
Leaving me torn apart
Spewing with the turmoil of wondering
Just what happened to her
Who had she been with and why?
Engraved on to my mind
her name
etched in my heart
her love, her sighs
Spiking my tongue
her name cries out
My heart splinters
my gut receives another jolt
God I loved that girl
and didn't even know for certain until today
But now it is too late
I left it too long
to proclaim my love for her
afraid of the pain 
which comes from being knocked back
still even that is not as I suffer now
in the whispering of her name
I look in the mirror 
yet see her reflection stare back at me
smiling and tossing back her flowing locks
her very presence is felt in abundance
Her huge eyes dark as purest deepest sapphires
class more expensive than purest diamonds
with a charismatic magnetism radiating out
overwhelming all within reach of her personality
Stolen from this world she was
No notice to anyone that she would be leaving
Nothing makes sense anymore
And I long to know if we shall meet again
Some new day in a realm beyone ours
Another time another place
I'll wait for her as I hope she will for me
For true love will never die




Based on a true story from Christmas when a young woman went missing - found murdered...  My thoughts went to those around her and inspired to write came this, but I have changed the girls name for the sake of those that knew her...  So sad to still have these things going onin our world...


Details | Rhyme | |

No-Name No: 18

The world burns apart
like paper over candle
the only breaking point 
that this planet couldn't handle.
Something turns to nothing
and that nothing's what remains,
that nothing turns to something
and that something turns to days.
Days are made of moments
and moments; made of you
moments make up hours
and together we make two.
We co-create a world
and pretend we're here forever,
let's break apart the pieces
come on, let's tear it down together!
This world was made to murder us
this world was made of fire
we were born to join a homicide
we were born pre-expired.
Time didn't want us
but we pretend we're here forever,
let's break apart the pieces
come on, let's tear it down together!
Our minds are vast and lonely
instant pleasure keeps us lifted
it's no wonder every human
has to leave this world addicted.
God says He wants us
but we pretend we're here forever,
lets break apart the pieces
come on, let's tear it down together!
You're simple and distracting
I say "I love you" out of habit
I only care for you on impulse,
sorry, I'm simply just an addict.
I'm simply just a human
simply made to last forever
our purpose in this world is simple;
let's tear it down,
you and I.


Details | Haiku | |

our name still together


divorce letter---
our names still together
on the bark of a tree




;)

not my story :)


Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Free verse | |

If you name a poem something cheesy like--- Venus --- it Will only get twenty reads

"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."
wildflower
in eyes
I reply, "NOW."

often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one

she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone

alone she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above

erect 
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores

still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks

gold flows throughout waves 
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed 
by her entice

hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine

be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo 
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you

blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS
how?
she knows

as clarity lent us its giant umbrella 
her lipstick smacked my tongue 
from there
we never looked back



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A girl, a boy, a rose

Act I
 
Evening. A boy offer to a girl in a balcony a white rose.
 
 
Flower among wild flowers, white flower, white rose,
Come now to the balcony and stretch your hand fair.
I shall boon you with a flower worth to be your pair:
Flower among wild flowers, white flower, white rose,
 
If my name do not cause you shame or a light blush,
Then give it to the four winds and offer me a trade:
Your name so I can follow the open road ahead
In the woods of ancient trees and newborn lush.
 
I climb to you under the crimson lover’s moon
And leave after in your lips I see a new bloom.
 
Even for the sun, it is hard to go in a maiden’s room,
The window’s glass does not mean to halt his strike,
Both heat and love can be gentle and scorching alike:
Even for the sun, it is hard to go in a maiden’s room.
 
Without a key, even the wind will remain outside,
A key with gold and silver blending also so rare
That truth and beauty merge with the same share.
Is it true? I will keep my purity and forfeit my pride.
 
Oh, give me a full moon night to dream and return
With another boon to make my face and heart burn.
 
Act II
 
The girl goes to the backyard of her house where we see a rose tree.
 
Oh, my heart wakes with such sweet melody.
I wonder if angels are dancing while hearing.
How is it possible? My heart is under custody
of three small words, my eyes are now tearing:
what do I see in the three of my youth days?
 
A rose is gone? And the same rose that I hold?
Now a sharpening grasp on my heart I can feel,
Why the truth was hidden, why didn’t he told
He came to steal? Better if he also tried to steal  
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days?
 
Act III
 
Before the balcony. It is morning. The boy is alone. With another rose.
 
The girl came with a hand on her bosom,
Carrying white roses on an osier basket.
“here” ,she said and then a white cascade
Appeared and covered the young lad,
“do not stand still, why just one blossom?
Better to love as many as you can get,
Make all flowers, all white roses be mine,
And my heart will be your love’s shrine.
 
The boy danced under the white rain:
“Tomorrow”, he said, “I will steal again”.  


Details | Rhyme | |

When Love Becomes Easy

When loves becomes e-z the world will B a better place
holdin you will B more often N kissin U will have a better taste
spendin time will not be spent but it will B remembered
When loves becomes e-z the doubts U have U wont remember
N When loves becomes e-z we will walk hand and hand with our enemies
when greed becomes powerless we will sail back from overseas
When loves becomes e-z it will B e-z 2 love,
sympathy will have a name N it's name will B love
When loves becomes e-z we will finally let our graud down
when i find love U'll B safe when i'm around
i could love 4ever and hate just once,
and that hate will back fire on me like a broken gun
hate is so e-z and love is so hard,
we love to hate the devil and fear to love God....

if we could love jus 2 love, my love will be everlasting
it will be bullet proof instead of plastic
When loves becomes e-z i will love like the 1st
mayB my mind will unfold, mayB this bubble will brust
it's better not to love at all then to love and lost
because trying to gain that love back is a debtly cost
and when loves becomes e-z a smile will become a gift
5 fingerz will become a hand N that hand will become a lift
When loves becomes e-z the most meaningful word will B firend
and When loves becomes e-z i will love you again

                                                                                          9/18/06


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Kis

A Kis

RICHsTgPOOR



CharlaXFabels

1one7three3
 Do eye need a kis. Eye need a girl to kis. Eye have a girl that eye can kis. 
Eye have kis her in the rain. Eye have kis her in mye heart. Eye have kis her in 
mye start of every day for years of love. Eye have only to the kis to go to read more 
into kis to find the place she dwells in this old mortal frame of yearning 
dwelling place. The kis is purple bliss of alarm blazing love waking me from 
death like a Snow White Charmed young man a captive smith to Pocahontas 
fame. A dandelion flower lost in the caverns of the depths Ianthe drowning mee 
in sea ward tufts of left and right bouts of beating on the air to keep from sliding 
to the depths of drowning in her arms of love. A leap at faith a death reprieved 
from Grounded Grave a leaping portent making waves of Gragon wings. An 
attitude of love refrained in every tuft of wind again the sound of love the beating 
of the water on the roof of tin the sound of kis inside the wind and rain. A younger 
man and woman would have hardware in the way the nose and yes the nose gay 
and the corners of the vampyrific fangs. The center of the tongue is one the belly 
button too. The snooker table has a cue it’s called the ball extender bridge it's a 
cheater it’s made to let the basest man to reach her in the wind. There is so 
many problems with people the gas is oughta sight at the pumps this country is 
no longer prominent but a third world country going south. The end of time has 
come and arrived the ruthless and worthless rule in the name of god money and 
time. Take a number wait in line what’s your name please fill this out and wait. 
The number of his namme. Have you got a credit card or payment of any kind iff 
you can give me seven dollars for an office visit eye will help you the doctor is inn. 
The man was lighting a candle in front of the computer and the lieberrian asked 
him what do you think you are doing he said eye cannot see the screen. There is 
not very many rich people in all those cars on the highway whizzing by the most of 
them is middle class or less the plastic hose on the back seat is a siphon they 
use it to get gas. Eye had too many problems at home growing up to ever be a 
father. The age factor plus the drug indicator keeps me from trying to further my 
benefactor with fodder or with mudder. The morality of this hurried fable of 
dividing documents is this a kis. 

 
  
  


Details | Free verse | |

His Name is Poetry

                   His Name is Poetry


I have a new friend, a new love
He dances with his pure and honest heart
And strokes me with his gentle words
I crave him, desire him more with each passing day
Oh, what deep feelings he has stirred within me
He carries me joyfully, sometimes sadly, on a journey
From moment to hour to the day’s end
With his words, rhythmically he calms and soothes me
As does a mother cooing to her precious newborn
With a love as strong and as real
I can not, will not, be without you
You have entered my life swiftly, silently
Yet your power yells loudly, beckons me to follow
In your footsteps, to see where you go
Where you will take me, my love,
Poetry


Details | Lyric | |

In The Name Of My Lips


Only in thy ecstasy, let Thor-
The name of my weary lips rest
For mine soul, from long sleep 
Started waking sensual desires
To remember, O, how dalliance 
Inspired by flame, embraced us!


Details | Free verse | |

If you had a name (An ode to loss and water)

If the lovely breeze had a name
we could drift together as two dandelion wishes
floating wanton on foamy winds.
If the river were rolling, gently
we could slide in and swim
for hours, without rushing
and love is like that.
Love is like still water
standing so deep in a vessel
 yet so easily broken upon the smallest of stones;
scattered, and yet-
from this another river begins
(as you begin)
How lovely if you had a name
I would call out to you
and I would hear your reply as
the wind blowing, the water rushing
and not your echoes
 as you trickled across so many small, jagged stones


Details | Rhyme | |

Today I Saw A Teardrop

Today I saw a teardrop 
Just resting on my sleeve
He said his name was "Heartache"
And he came to watch me grieve

He showed me many horrible things
This drop of liquid pain
I tried to wipe this tear away
But it turned into a stain

The stain said, "Look a little closer,
And tell me what you see"
The more I looked the more I tried
To rid this stain from me

Another tear ran down my face
And was sitting on my cheek
My sleeve again wiped it away
Then he started to speak

He said his name was "Past Regrets"
"And the things you see are true"
But as I peered inside this tear
All I could see was You


Details | Free verse | |

I SURRENDER

For Thee…Oo my Love
I hand over all of love and life of mine
In the name of life
whose sharp claws have a grip on the heart of death
In the name of love
whose flapping wings cool down the flare-up of hate
I surrender
Because
Thou are all in all to my love and life.


Details | Verse | |

her name is love

Dear love
i know you wont even remeber what i do
dear love you dont know how much i loved you
dear cupid i found your child 
dear god shes gone wild 
heart is spicy and flavorful never mild 
dear cat lady 
do you dare remeber me?
haha we went to san mateo elemantary 
sock hop heart drop photos of us send me back blissfully
and yet i could bet my breath you never even missed me
i remeber you so perfectly 
standing ther in front of me 
you took me to your house a few times 
to our memory i dedicate these rhymes 
your personification of beauty
is amusing and your your lips are lovely
.... love leigh 
love leigh i adore your adorability
entertwined with your sweet humility
i saved your picture for 4 years
stared at it every day so cheers
so here is the epitomy of my tears
ive drempt these words hundreds of times
with many differnt rhymes just to catch your attention
ive forgotton every one else, you are my exception
too much to mention that i remeber what you smell like
and when im stressed i remeber it to relive my tension
i loved you, and watched you leave
but somwhere deep down, i always belived
that id find you again, but never thought that itd actually be acheived 
you were the first to make me smile and feel my heart race out of my chest toward you
nothing felt more true 
more right more perfect, to have my hand held by you
i can only be your friend but my heart will always have a place for you.


Details | Free verse | |

Stella Married To the Sea






O fair lady- lady of the sea
by the name so fairly called, Stella
Yes! that name ever so dear to me.
And Stella who rides a ship-
marrying each wave- caressing the salt
Rides, boldy rides until a shore she haults.
But no land in sight, so Stella ride!

A bell be rung, a song that sung
From home town Oklhoma to Stella who's gone.
So sadly at a distance, people see her blood
trapped under the salty surface as the ship does run.
The death portray but people not know the 
O fair lady- lady of the sea
by the name so fairly called, Stella
Is merely with and married to the sea.


Details | I do not know? | |

1-17-10 nicks poem

i slipped, rocking, and crying, and shaking...
but, you stayed by my side, till i could no longer cry...
the blade was in my hand, and there were already four crimpson letters bleeding...
but, you coaxed it out of my hand, so gently, till i fell to your chest unable to breath...
you brushed my hair with your hand, kissed my tears so delicatly...
again, you saved me, just like you always do...
you whispered i love you in my ear, and i started to cry again...
and, you held me like you thought you would break me...
listening to you breath, and the steady beat in your chest, made me breath again...
and, looking into your eyes, and seeing the love and worry, made me see...
feeling your skin against mine, i wispered, your all that i need...
you are my angel, my love, my only lover...
when im alone or scared, you protect me and show me that your still here...
if i slip again, i know ill fall into your arms...
when i cry, your lips will kiss away the pain in my heart...
i sit and trace the ink on your inner arm...
i sit and trace my name over your heart...
your name is etched into my soul, i just want you to know...
even if i can never show it, the way i should, i love you...
i see your halo, when no one else does...
i fell, into your heart, rocking in your arms...
i finnally know peace and love, oh, heaven resides in your arms...
in your arms...


Details | Epic | |

For Charlie, With Love

To thee I sing O’ muse of verse,
Of our world that the Gods do curse.
For what Gods are these who cruelly play,
Their wicked games, for which humans pay.
Not content with a world of joy & love
They spite us all from Olympus above.
To try us all & break our backs,
As this is drama their world lacks.
For even Achilles was to die,
Yet his name lives on as time goes by.
So let me sing to you of a Great man,
Who’s name too lives on, after his sands have ran.
Charlie his name a heart so pure,
Full of love & passion, & courage sure.
Strode in he did to save poor souls,
One loving lady & her three foals.
‘Tis true his anger at times did boil,
But his effort was not mere toil.
‘Coz though the fires sometimes burned,
He & the foals soon were learned,
That in peace & harmony, joyous times were had,
A man found proud to call Dad.
With he at their side those foals matured,
& They to his nature became inured.
His fair traits & wit passed down,
Championer of rights, humour of renown.
But alas the Gods were not appeased,
Their unending anger had not eased,
So Zeus sent down his violent bolt
& struck Charlie down, what was his fault?
Who knows but they I shall not dwell,
‘Tis but part of the story that I do tell.
For when he passed on & spirit released,
His body slowed & heart was ceased,
He left himself without a sound
& found himself to Olympus bound.
 As he soared high like the dove
To the mount of the Gods high above,
He smiled to us all & sent a kiss
To all the people that he’ll miss.
& miss him back so we will,
That emptiness which we know can’t fill.
But hush your mourning & your sadness,
As he wished it show your gladness
That Charlie came & he all did touch,
Be thankful that we have that much.
So as I close this verse I do sing,
Aphrodite’s love & the fire Hephaestus does bring.
I say to thee be angry not at the Gods,
At Hera’s scheming & Zeus’s vile rods.
For they too bow to the fates,
Who plan our loves & plot our hates.
I thank thee all for your time,
For listening to my Ode to Charlie; my idle rhyme.
How I wish though, the outcome I could reverse,
I sing to thee, O’ muse of verse.


Details | Free verse | |

His Name was innocence

I had dreams, sometimes
About him
always about glass streams
I used to love his company
Or the promise of it,
In my dreams.
Then my eyelids spread apart
And they stroked blissful clouds
As he made me mumble and
Sigh through my words
And blow bubbles of nonsense into the dense air
While lying in his arms
On his chest
In his mother’s bed
Cradling my heart
Caressing my 
body
With his hand between my thighs
Rubbing, exploring, sinfully
Touching me
And the throat filling silence
And the sound of his mouth
And the expulsion of breath
And the symphony in his chest
And my love echoing through my body
With his hand between my thighs
And the electricity in my fingernails
And my limp, clenched, guilty, pleasure bond body
Anticipating
The exploration of his hand
Between my thighs
Before then
Before we were there, or I was there, or he was there
Holding me
Closer, 
His hand rhythmically
Slithering up my thigh
Allowing me to taste the darkened fruit of paradise
On his mother’s bed
(and my wonder if I was dreaming)
no
before then
I can only remember Innocence.