give me your velveteen touch;
as careful hands brush eager skin
caution and desire fuse so gently,
and dance angel sighs
into my aching bones.
the longing on your lips
tastes of rain,
so sweet after the dry heat of summer,
when the sun burned + i called it love.
now it's all wind;
from your mouth,
through the poplar leaves,
down my spine.
oh to be so wanted!
to consume without savouring,
as though there will always be
more.
the honeyed nectar
of your words and eyes
is spoon fed onto my waiting tongue.
i smile as i drink;
my teeth are sticky + so are yours.
My heart calls to your heart
Miles apart
and still these strings tug
Unbroken n well connected from your last hug
That warmth, that smell,
That can drag me from the depths of hell,
That need, that desire
That unquenchable internal fire
That has me calling your name
The night will never be the same
Echoes on hills mumble
As the single syllable rumbles..
"Rae"
They hear me say,
Whispering like a well planned plot gone awry,
Tears as a burst open sky,
Showering down washing away body and soul
And still..my resolve holds.
My heart, a lonely thud on this thin wall,
My voice haunting these quiet halls,
My hands reaching into the dark,
hoping you would reach back.
I think it's a sinful pleasure to crave someone this much,
Be driven to madness for want of a touch,
And so I will keep tormenting myself til your face falls on mine,
Til that moment we wrap up in each other and unwind time.
I crave no longer lonesomeness,
I no longer wish for quiet,
for in the darkest pits of night
I yearn for love requited.
The angels weep,
I try to sleep,
but I'm only met with silence.
My pain is echoed back to me
so loudly in this quiet.
My heart, it aches.
My shoulders shake.
I crave to hear your voice-
Any noise, just anything-
Anything but quiet.
The solemnity of silence.
The pestering of nothing.
The aching, grating pain you feel
from the lack of loving.
People want so much in life but how much do you really need?
Eddie says,
In Deutschland, school is free, a total score!
In Italy, the table is mighty light!
But here, the debt reaches astounding heights
And leaves us face-down on the floor!
This student debt is such a massive chore.
Online certificates? Yeah, they're alright.
College, for most learners is overpriced.
Because the Ivy League's a big debt score.
We need some healthcare for every old soul,
Not med bills that're totally out of whack!
It's bogus how they strip us of control.
The student debt system is busted crap.
Let's strive to use reason to reach our goal,
With education and health on fast track!
I wanted out
so I ran off to college
thinking I knew what I wanted
country girl in a big city
my mind lost in the glitz
leaving dirt roads behind
wanting something new
a fresh start,
but in the end
I'm still a country girl
Do you ever wonder if lighting wishes to be heard?
While thunder silently cries to be seen?
Or the cat to bark and the dog to meow?
The dead to live and the living to die
Why are we always longing for the things we never lost?
Wish for things we may never get?
Always searching for the unobtainable
“I wish I had more,” he said to his stuff.
“What I have now isn’t nearly enough.”
He looked at the room, could not see the floor,
And said once again, “I wish I had more.”
“I wish I had more!” This played in his mind
All day and he just couldn’t leave it behind.
His neighbors and co-workers had toys galore.
His jealousy grew. “I wish I had more!”
“I wish I had more! Just look at it all.
To you it seems much, to me it is small.
I have but one of these things. I need four!
I must have a spare! I wish I had more!”
“I wish I had more!” But lacking the space,
He constantly stepped on the stuff in his place.
So, he knew exactly what he would wish for:
More shelves and more drawers… “I wish I had more!”
“I wish I had more!” So, shopping he went.
His cash soon was gone. His money was spent.
Once home, he could not get it all through the door.
It sits in the yard. “I wish I had more!”
“I wish I had more!” He can’t lay in bed.
No room on the mattress for resting his head.
His life is a shambles. His home an eyesore.
But down in his heart… “I wish I had more!”
love
is
a seed
with
root
stem
leaves
and
more branches
thus
wanting
more
light
some red
blue and green
Wanting to see what will be
Don’t leave me with this terrible debt
Uneasy with a heart that’s left
But let us find a way to continue
Looking forward to the next on the menu
I am willing with words and deeds
I’ll confess it is you that I need
My love for you has become a creed
I only look for feelings agreed
With that my deepest love succeeds
And i will satisfy my deepest greed
Loving with the love I see
To the line that reaches extreme
The line standing in front of me
I left myself to wonder
While hopeful dreams I ponder
I love you reached I love you back
I’ii treasure it in a loving sack
And add to it the many hugs
That signal me a secret love
I reach for things I might not possess
With each opportunity put it to test
With each success put it to test
With each success put doubt to rest
The love I seek and nothing less
A state of limbo for that, that I address
My heart hopes for the best
Where love is with humbleness
And proceed to love without regret
Waiting to see what it will be.
Birds scatter above goldish light rays
sourced from sun and streetlamps
that light a damp walkway with dewy air.
Walking is a long-legged, brunette beauty
adorned in simple, classy black and white
who hides somber, wanting eyes beneath a
stylish black hat. Golden bouquet in hand,
she passes a suited, middle-aged man - passes him so close it seems intimate, as
if they are also two secrets passing.
I read poetry from forty poets last night
some of these missives were brilliant
others were stunningly fresh
I try to intentionally forget most of it
not wanting to be a word thief
or a plagiarists
I cannot fathom why any writer would use A.I.
What satisfaction could that give them?
I want my own words, my own way and no one else’s.
I'll play your songs then play some more
Until I see you at my door
I'll ask if you would please come in
Then do something I know I can
I'll have you climb into my chair
And once I see you settled there
In front of you, before your eyes
A brand new song I'll then devise
From scratch, no inkling prior to
The only thing I need is you
To make the words and music flow
Effortless, because you know
The subject of my heart's desire
Both makes it snow and lights my fire
Her skin drinks light like rivers take rain,
each dappled edge and sun-struck curve,
a landscape under my hands, soft yet severe,
where desire meets the edge of breath.
Fingers trace the small hollows of her hip,
catching sunlight in each soft valley,
dipping, trembling, as if they might slip
into some dark, endless tenderness.
She is a map of quiet fires,
a fever I can barely hold.
I find her pulse in the hush of thighs,
the places where words lose themselves.
My mouth opens to meet her skin,
each kiss a tender bruise of ache,
pressed and perfect, lush as wine
that fills, that floods, till reason splits.
We break where passion's blinding flares,
colliding in waves of sweet surrender,
so fierce the ache it stings like glass,
we drink of each other, ravenous, undone.
In the silence after, breath upon breath,
her skin still glows with sunlit trace,
and I am carved by the strength of her
in places I never knew could break.
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