Give me your hand,
I want to see the world.
The colors, the lovers, the givers, the takers, the haters and all.
Hold my hand,
Hands hold memories.
Hands hold colors.
Hands held together form a fire like a fire that gives warmth to the lonely hearts on a cold winter night.
Did you feel it too when you held my hand for the first time? The warmth?
Holding your hand felt like a trip to The Louvre
And I have never been to The Louvre.
I think I have let you go but I still feel that warmth that tingles and stirs the feelings inside of me when I touch my face with the hand that held your hand.
My hand feels blood less it craves your hand,
Maybe that's the reason I haven't bled on paper for a long time,
It's cold in need of some warmth.
Been eye banging you for a while now
I got this burning infatuation (and chemistry)
And I’m ruminating on this fantasy
That releases in me the dopamine
Just like an animal in heat
My machinations are charming you
You give me the validation I seek (I seek)
Feeling your touch promotes a pulsing elation
That releases in me the oxytocin
Just like an animal in heat
Chorus
Girl, give me another kiss
A hit of dopamine to feel the bliss (the bliss)
‘Cuz when it comes to you
I’m an animal in heat
Your hex put me in a state of euphoria
A high reward to enhance intense pleasure
I’m gonna ride this wave of excitement
That releases in me the serotonin
Just like an animal in heat
You’re a vixen, meeting all my desires
We attach as our skin makes the connection
We spark in the sheets with rhythmic urges
That releases in me the vasopressin
Just like an animal in heat
Chorus
Girl, give me another kiss
A hit of dopamine to feel the bliss
‘Cuz when it comes to you
I’m an animal in heat
Falling in love with the librarian,
eye contact over a book pile
I've plopped down on the countertop,
my heart races faster than the rate on late fees.
She's pursed her lips so not to register the ring
up clacked out? Ink-blurry, the amount owed,
the receipt runs numbers into my sweaty palm
as she flaps my Dewey Decimals of cash dry.
Double doors click shut behind her exit.
Drafts dilute her air-conditioned scent.
Her shout released in another man's arms
revving her Ford, they drive off.
Is there another version of you
Where your eyes aren't this pretty
Your voice not so husky
Your hair unkempt
Your body frail?
Is there another version of you
Where your laughter isn't lilting
Where you aren't always smiling
Where you let yourself be?
Is there another version of you
where you cry in the open
And appear weaker to the world
Is there another version of you
The one thst you hide from everyone else
Where you aren't such an extrovert
Where you aren't always chirpy
Is there another version of you
Where you are cold and shivering
And not always this warm
a version that you keep to yourself?
Something soft to give
Recoil/repulse
Parachutes
Are for girls
Draped in billowing clouds
Of silk linen and lace
I am a storm
Wrapped in black hide
Hides me
Easy to brush off
After a crash landing
warm summer winds
rise toward the sun-
trailing,
cooling.
So be there
SO BE THERE
TO KNOW MY LOVE FOR YOU AT THE LAST SUNSET
TO KNOW YOUR HEART AND GUT FEELINGS FOR THEY RIDE TOGETHER FOR CARNIVALS OFFEN
MAYBE STILL CONFUSED ABOUT OUR LOVE
WHICH ROLLS MORE THAN THE WHEELS RIDES ON MY NEARBY CHILDREN PLAYGROUND
SO BE THERE FOR MORE OR NO MORE OF US
WELL THAT WOULD DO .......
Bothersome
The black kitten on my desks bookshelf
In my poetry meditation is small
Only as the poem
Undiscovered
And without
To push the book down
We will not
Only because you stranded me here
All the writing requests
Is simple socks
And travelling coffee's
Yet spectacles bets
Vetting my mystery netting
Tara took me to school
To find her bonnet
Tara Gendron and Kevin
Go to piano
Read Rupi
Rupi
Tic of knock
As sitting drop
In road tin say
Melting kettle lay
Hat and pat
Greatly treasure sap
Long in ago
Settle bets with go
Stepping Foot
The young limb
Clicks out of water
Grasping the dreary weather
Porcupine painful painting it's sun
The mirror of moon
Conquers the files sands
Landing in return of lust
Teaching the fawning shame
Wood plucking a feathers painting
The romance of wind and winter
Iceberg and seal
Feather behind harp
The foot eats the porcelain fingers
Building the painful yawn
Of concerts
The birds chirp invented from a voided life
Alone ousted without sound
Haunting of meaning
The flying fortress is found
To sound is sound and bound by ground
The harpsichord is hidden
In waters snap
Can you tell that I am down bad?
Is it so painfully obvious that I like you?
Sure, I text you everyday,
and I ask you enough questions to make the press seem amateur,
and yeah I keep trying to hang out,
but that's what friends do, right?
friends.
Just friends.
Poem written on 14th September, 2025 for "Variation Of Dramatic Or Light Verse" Poetry Contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
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A fire sparkles in your eyes,
its sparks shine on me.
Let it energize my life,
my soul needs its warmth.
Drown me in caring desire,
to crave only you.
Whatever the consequence,
trust in my credence.
In night's chance, my eyes found you,
and my heart saw love.
Since, my heart fantasizes
your heart had glanced back!'
Let my prayer be prepared,
Like angel dust,
And blaze up into heaven,
As a chariot;
So, laud an audience with God,
Who is above;
For she’s the one I want,
In my heart O’ love;
I comb your shadow hanging on the dream wall
swinging on the dim ceiling
sometimes you grin up there
sometimes you laugh so sweetly in the silence
my fingers are always thirsty, touching your dark jaw
your waving mane
so fragrant in the night air
I will pull a piece of the blanket
letting your shadow crawl to my side
and fall asleep together until dawn erases your shadow
A sketchbook from back then
was stained with abstract colors
like our ten fingers
why didn't we arrange bright colors back then?
black, blue, and white
mixed together without a basis
I remember very well
how the pattern was ultimately
ruined by the darkness
while you labored
on your own sketch
and I only knew a little about that fetish
We grew like shoots
far away from the colors back then
like a line that had been etched
sometimes we disappeared
I still live with bangs on my forehead
exactly the same as back then
and you still like classic cars?
maybe we've only gone a few steps
Count 20, open eyes
ahh, that's just a coincidence
I still scold Wednesday
but you look good
with those stripes
Sometimes you give in
waiting for me to run awkwardly across
you strummed that music
making me confused
guessing your dream last night
but you were far more confused
because you didn't say anything
Do you still remember
the flaw in my eye?
While I was still writing poetry
I seemed to be starting to forget the calm
shape of your Adam's apple
when you drew black lines on our sketch.
There's a beach where the sand
Won't get in your shoes
Or stick to your skin
When you're covered with sweat.
The shore's always clean
No trash or dead fish
And the water's still
Clear enough to drink.
In your mind, I hope and pray,
There's room for me
To kick that sand around
And be with you on your shore.
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