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Mike Lay Poem
It's been a long time Lady, since I've met a woman like you.
With Sexy written down the curve of your hip, whispering to me secrets of your thigh.
With Hungry kisses, and a gaze that searches for hints of midnight fantasies.
Powerful lips, that when upturned twist my insides into a lustful knot.
A Dance that calls my hands to wander across skin demanding to be felt.
Touch like memory, reminding me I AM a man.
It has been a long, long time, lady...
Since a woman has pulled me from my slumber, traveling across the night sky,
touching my dreams with forceful inspiration.
And you leave me with only this verse to satisfy, my my my...it has been a long time.
Copyright © Mike Lay | Year Posted 2008
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Mike Lay Poem
Waking up hours before the person you lie next to
Thinking about how trapped you are in you
About how vile, putrid and disgusting
their claw-like touch will rape
your skin when they awake.
This is a place
I don't EVER want to be again
Again, from across the room
Spying every movement now
Every sound
All the while holding down
Your hateful bile.
That is a home
I don't want as my own
Being a man not a man
But a ghost and a shadow
Walking through walls
Through people
Through life
This is a man
I wish i could not be.
Copyright © Mike Lay | Year Posted 2008
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Mike Lay Poem
If i was to tell a story,
What would that story tell?
Lost hope, love or treasure?
Fearsome dragons, cunning demons?
Consuming lustful pleasure?
Or maybe just a mans life,
Merely a path not there till walked.
Copyright © Mike Lay | Year Posted 2008
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Mike Lay Poem
A bird flew to my Window.
She was light and exquisite on her sill side perch.
She sang of her nest
in a tree.
I went to the tree
whose bark was scarred and thick on old plant flesh.
the Green Tree told me
"these are my roots,
that sit in this soil"
So i dug a grave.
Deep and dark and narrow through earth.
And my grave told me
"this is your soul,
with its wreath of stars"
The starlight shone,
sober, with weightless import.
The stars showed me
a Mirror.
In darkness we sit,
we sit as one.
One breath,
with naught to be told.
Copyright © Mike Lay | Year Posted 2008
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