I don't know whether his eyes were green or blue,
but what I do know
is that he jumped on my orange cupcakes.
Creamy and delicious
were those high school days.
Eyes drop, shy, mine,
but electricity shocks.
Twenty-five years later
I get that hug, I would have died for,
so many years before.
My best friend almost gave it away,
“Why didn't you tell me?”
(A little too loud)
I said, “That's why!”
Red hair, but what color?
Irish, but what about them eyes?
Surely, they weren't muddy.
It was clear to me,
that I made just dessert,
for you. If anyone else stood near,
I have no recollection.
I think he smiled
and licked his lips.
You Know,
It's Not Especially
Heroic To Say:
"I Give Up,
You Can Have Him,
You Deserve It
Anyway..."
Just Desserts,
Don't Have To Be...
Do I Hafta' Say It?
Just Dessert.
Not "DESERTS!"
Deserts Are Beautiful,
Skies Are Beautiful,
Clouds Are Beautiful,
Welcome The Rain...
Cool And Refreshing,
Pouring Into Everything
Soothing And Shifting,
Calming The Pain...
In Beautiful Splendor...
A Butterfly Dies,
And Not One Rat
Ever Wept Tears.
-Gray Squirrel
09-12-2025
Pumping Vitamin A, into my blood,
and potassium. Pretty pumpkin
mixed with berries, yogurt and silk.
Sipping the Autumn cocktail preposterously.
Potential for vigor, chilling, and best day.
Orange concoction of maturity,
or it could be called Gerber with a kick.
My baby sister would be appalled
as she often is at my fruitiness.
She almost lost her grip, when instead
of chips and dip, I craved tropical fruit,
when i was sick. Jack O is a flame -
just dessert. Orange pancakes in my future,
unless my sister locks me up.
9/29/2022
She was more
Than just dessert
She was a full
Course meal
And I ate her
Inside but out
Side of my dream
I wiped my mouth
It seems I had
Been nibbling
On my cat's
Can of kibbles
You were my river, my white water rapids rushing.
I recall your floating liquid eyes in my whispering vespers.
You were my noblest test, but then your loss came crushing.
My realization too late, I was left living among the lepers.
Still, I sip your supper on my florid palate of your beguiling.
I recall each day, my grieving litany of meager failures.
I keep your smiling pictures and I covet our reconciling.
For me, the reflection of our tender amatory still allures.
Taking you for granted, I met your power to annul.
I surely got my just dessert, this harsh desert in my chest.
But I am alive, recalling our fresh love on a separate channel.
In my delusion, we circle in dance, our bodies in sexual arrest.
Of course, I know my reenactments can never bring you home.
Instead, it is tenderness never lost that inspires this poem.
This situation can't be real
I don't know how I should feel
Emotions are on high alert
Not sure if I should just dessert
This prAedicament I'm in
Causing me to run again
Or stay and see where it will lead
My track record to succeed
With finding a love so true
Has only left me sad and blue
So as you approach so near
I am like a scared shy deer
Cautiously sensing the danger
Of this big and burly stranger
Moving toward me very slow
My defenses start to grow
I'm clenching up in a tight
Weakened scared ball of fright
Not sure what my heart should do
As I'm now looking at you
You greet me with a soft hello
As you say your name so low
Holding out your hand to shake
I feel something as I take
Your trembling hand in mine
I could sense you tryna find
A love for your heart like me
Maybe it was destiny
Bringing lonely souls together
I'm now floating like a feather
As we talk about our pasts
Time is flying by so fast
Into morning as we both
Are hit with a lightening bolt
Of love shocking both our hearts
To learn how to finally start
Knowing what true love really is
Handshakes lead to passionate kiss
Let me be just dessert
With your plate so full
I can sweeten your day
While I fatten your soul
Embrace my day
With warm cool night
Sprinkle shattered darkness
Where holy light cannot
Escape for fear that
Mangled knowledge could
Misinterpret a fabled past
I cannot scream
Yet hunkered in deep, gentle sleep
Lies the unwarranted yet welcomed
Thoughts that most wish
To erase from splendid air
Try me
Try me
As I wake these strangers
To join me
In a raucous, despicable feast
That even diets cannot hold
I am moderate at first
Teasing, tasting
The crumbs which forge the meal
Chewing
I swirl juicy shards a plenty
Ensuring that full-bodied flavor
Is appreciated in the way
Its chefs intended
I raise my hand
Requesting to leave
For I am full
They stare down my gesture
With the glare of those who know
Insisting I remain
Sympathizing with my pain
Because they know I'll never forgive them
For allowing me
To miss this
Just dessert.
(8/14/04)
Sighs...
The anticipation of beloveds fridge door opens with an oh so sigh-worthy.....
PING! ! ! followed by her own generous....
Sigh
She knows i shall ravish her
She really does not mind
The heart pitter patters as the eyes forage
Bounty hunter.... bessie bunters
Eyes dance as bambi's legs
Through the forest of cheese and things that please
And the odd banana dregs
Then
Chocolate... Coca-cola, all things that
Doth so.... tease
(but im on... yet another diet) so not permitted to eat as i do so please
I hate my skinny family the ones for which i dote
For whom i loving fill said fridge
With things I'd so love to munch
but wont
My mind is starved my stomaches gutted
My soul is crushed and spat
Ill walk away with just
A
Lettuce leaf
Convince my self... that
It is tasty its just devine
It is my just dessert
And watch my child with a big ice-cream
Boy it dunn arf hurt.....
Will it be?
People swarm, a list to see
the winners list, it's never me
whose the best, and at the top
and whose to write another flop
approval sought and recognized
or is this winner demonized
now at the top they can only fall
a just dessert or curtain call
answer the call and face the strife
or just sit back and waste your life
for the "I Just Can't Win" contest
it's a long way to fall between winter and spring
what would you say if I said you were everything
the wind in my sail, the tide on my beach
how far does my song need to go to reach?
if I wrote you a song, would you sing along?
adding some lyrics and music of your own
is it all just an exercise in futility?
could it be that I have everything you need?
maybe--I am your just dessert
to make you happy and remove all the hurts
to expand all the empty chambers in your heart
the finished portrait, a true work of art
if I wrote you a song, would you sing along?
adding some lyrics and music of your own
when the verses take hold and it all filters in
when your heart finds a place, it can finally call home
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