She spreads the butter
on a square of toast
with scratching impatience,
smearing and slapping
the hardened bread
with a dainty butter knife.
She uses a fork like a harrow
in the jelly jar,
leaving lines across the top
where she dragged it across,
then glops it on
unevenly.
She uses a fork.
because she likes to lick the bits
between the tines,
and feel the hard metal
with jelly in her mouth.
Scrape, scrape, scrape
with the butter knife again.
I love her hurrying hand
that orchestrates
this action every morning.
The cinnamon toast
is slightly burnt,
and her sleeve is damp
from the coffee spill
on the linoleum table.
A crumb clings to her jawline.
She takes a guzzle, not a sip
from her cup that says:
“The Queen of Everything”
and smiles at me, knowingly.
In the backyard, the goldfinches
returned to our feeders.
A small female
turns her beady eye
toward us
with shared understanding.
At dawn,
you graze my face
tracing my jawline with your thumb to say:
“It’s nice to have someone here for once.”
I should know better than obsessing over men
whose attention doesn’t need begging
stitching myself into bedsheets
meant to be left half empty
but I guess you just get me.
If home is a body,
I already sense aftershocks
self-inflicted eviction setting in
slipping away half asleep
dreading the inevitability of leaving.
Looking at the stars, I think about you…
Remembering ur charms, that made me feel ululu..
Your those brownish tangled hair…
Whom I always want to stare…
Your those ocean deep eyes..
Where my whole world lies..
Your that straight, lil red nose..
From where the anger always blows
Your those slight rough pair of lips…
From where the marvelous words slips..
Your that sharp & attractive jawline..
attracting me like its my lifeline..
In short, your that beautiful, gorgeous face…
Which always makes my heartbeat race…
And your that not so famous smile…
Oh god!! It always succeed to run my heart mile..
Oh!! I forgot to mention your amazing humor…
Which increases the beauty of ur glamour
She warms my heart
I'm not sure how
She lights a fuse
And soon.. kerpow!
My love it swells
Her voice
Like angels' clanging bells
She wakes me up
I feel alive
Her face a feast
On which I thrive
Such lovely jawline
Perfect skin
Her posture
Perfect mannequin
I love her walk
I love her clothing
Find something wrong?
I see no thing
Her curves delight
We chat so long
Into the night
Her arms entwine
Her hands just beauty
In beastly mine
I've never liked someone like this
My heart beat falters
As lips I kiss
Balcony we sit
As shoulders touch
I like this girl
Says boy
So much
He remains stalwart, though his eyes be dim
tales of the sea define him, some grim
his face etched like a weathered map, a compass
pointing between light and shadows, thin.
A broken nose belies his youth, most zealous
once brash and bold, defiant and rebellious
his black hair, bright eyes and jawline, strong
now tempered with white beard, grays and yellows.
His past has logged a journal of high adventures
stormy life, lost loves, foolishness and treasures
he navigates his emotions with a stoic demeanor
yet his telling face and eyes reveal more than ever.
Written on 6/7/2022
Slowly winter creeps along into our veins
The cold curse of England
Testing your fragile bones
Teasing your icy cold ears
Freezing your nose
Jack Frost is coming closer
The Holly King still in its Glory
The sun all but gone
Just a dismal rise
A fast Set
Daylight Hours Stolen
Turning back Time
An hour here
Forward there
Tingling Skin
Hard Jawline
Fur and Fleece
Come out to play
Snow ahead
Snow men
Into Bed
Quick Jack Frost is Here
He was in black formals and I was in a scarlet gown!
He had a alluring jawline, I couldn't take my eyes off.
He caught me with a smirk.
Uff! It was our first date night.
Never knew he would be my Mr. Right.
I asked him wine or dine?
He whispered will you be mine, Miss.Plump!
All I could say is 'Absolutely '
but dare not to call me plump!
And then laughter continues...
I say that I'm in love with your jawline
I tell those cheekbones they're special
But at night I catch myself thinking about those eyes.
Those eyes
Those eyes
Those beautiful eyes.
I could swear to any part of you that I love it, my heart doesn't lie.
Would your shoulders turn cold towards me if only they knew
Would your lips and breasts refuse my kisses if they somehow found out that I was untrue
The prospect turns me blue
Like a tube of Elmers glue
But those eyes are the reason why I'm so stuck on you
Sanmati, my angel, has decorated jawline.
Aside puts cold anger and does repine
Negative things in her life, but always supine
Merry things about the wide world divine.
Against me or her things she despise saline.
Tough tenderness she got for me in palatine,
Ignoring angry love or a speck on her tine
Jot down related things like family of feline.
Almighty may support her in future design
Illustrating Triumph and Failure, outshine
Nebo by her sweet behavior saccharine.
Probably the sun has risen a little less,
Or so the winds are breathing high.
Maybe the day didn’t end well,
Or it hasn’t started yet.
I could wait till the eternal seas,
To see that incredible smile,
To touch those little fingers,
To feel those fragrant breathes.
Surprise, excitement and anxiety around,
Little did I show, as
Unceasing smile she empowered.
I could gaze her mesmerising eyes,
But I am scared to drown.
Also I am scared,
To lose what’s shared.
Her jawline is worth caressing,
And so that exhilarating power,
Hands in hand and yet am scared,
To lose what’s shared.
I promise and forget,
The laws to inhale,
Since I can’t resist those
Friendly (but not so friendly) stares.
I could stay up all night to see her sleep,
All I can’t accept… is to lose what’s shared..
Is to lose what’s shared !!
Our legs intertwined between thick blankets.
Early sunlight kisses our eyes lightly, pleading for our awaking.
Your eyelashes gingerly flutter as the impurity of my hands travel down your thighs.
My fingers purposely brushing against your rose petals.
I taste the familiar fragrance in which my mouth craves deeply.
As much as I worship your body that sends
a passionate flame into my groins
nothing can also compare to your dark fashioned skin
soothingly breathing the name of autumn.
Your head full of spirals of dark curls that put
the highly praised blond hair to shame.
I press kisses across your sharp jawline creating
a spell of love no such magic can reverse
Your coffee painted eyes are my only source of caffeine.
One can be fully simulated by such a stare.
When you decide to wake from the world of dreams
I promise to reveal to you our flawless daydream.
His eyes dilated and
I saw beads of sweat gather
on the tip of his nose.
His jawline was clenched
and his fingers were fidgeting.
Did I say something wrong?
What have I done?
I love this man.
With one swing I was floating,
my back greeted the floor.
I smelt the rubber of his shoe.
as it met my jaw, and I felt it,
as it blacked my stomach.
Did I say something wrong?
What have I done?
I love this man but,
it’s a lie. He will do it again.
I clasp your hand the moment I realise I will fall alone
You grit your teeth in anger holding me as I dangle there
Your jawline is rock hard, the veins on your head popping out,
You are breathing in and out in desperate fear of losing me
But your lightening, determined eyes shoot through me and say,
"Damn it all!
I love you
I will never let you go"
The mountain's edge falls around me and below us
But I will not look down
Gravity is pissed
With all of my strength I hurl my shoulder upwards so that my other hand clasps your arm
You pull me up to safety and draw me into your fiery embrace
Nothing will take us but each other...
I know this and sob in your arms
I have never fallen so in love with you
In that moment when death was so close
From here, we will rise
Kiss me relentlessly through all destruction,
You have taught me that
Every mountain will fall before us
My love for you is a tasteless agony
A single shroud thrown over the rest of me
As I tip toe the path of masochism it only brings me closer to you
Because I don't believe that the bottle would bring the pleasure of damage that it used to
Your eyes are cement and storm clouds
And you yourself are fresh black ink smeared on the paper with tears and rain
I am unable to see through you
It is nearly impossible to read you
You do not allow me to see your pain
Constant restraint
I am the frigid mist that surrounds you at night
The solemn phantom that watches you while you sleep
The cold hand tracing your jawline and stealing the occasional empty, atmospheric kiss
The tense air on your lips
When you sometimes awake
I disintegrate before you can catch a glimpse of my face
Yet once, I believe, you were too quick for me
Finally you could see
The lone white essence watching over you
Realization spreads across your face
And as I fade away,
You smile apologetically
Before you fall back into your dreams
Why is it that beauty dies young?
The forest fire claims the young oak.
If only she could see herself as he,
If only she could feel her beauty.
Her one true love, the arts,
Stories told with the dip of a brush.
But in her mind,
Jawline fractures, cuts and bruises,
Stencil her face ugly; she has been robbed
He saw her as the leaves,
All shapes and colors of emotion,
Bound to a tree, strong everyday,
At the top of the hill.
She saw herself as soil,
That which lay beneath our feet;
Dirty and unworthy.
All he wanted was to enlighten her to her reflection,
Show her the fairness that resonated as the pigment in her skin.
She could not see through the veil; Travesties of her father,
His words intangible as the wind,
She denied him; Oxygen to the flame.
Now this tree stands alone, burning.
She would never know the soil she saw so unworthy,
It was fertile, allowing life to take form.
All he wanted was for her to understand her beauty,
To show her her image.
But his words remain intangible as the wind;
And soil holds no reflection.
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