a few brief moments
and you’re in my head
i’d have you
in my bed
if it weren’t full
of ghosts
i scream to get you out
alas
too busy
pulling you in
and wrapping my legs
around you
a few brief moments
and you’re in my head
i’d have you
in my bed
if it weren’t full
of ghosts
i scream to get you out
alas
too busy
pulling you in
and wrapping my legs
around you
a tree stands
forlorn in a field
surrounded by nothing
covered and damp
with mist
you and I
missed again
the breadth of our loss
meant nothing
and the tree
is just a tree
in the mist
Always
Always starting over
Every time
Your body brushes
My leg
Your hand
Brushes mine
Your smile
Touches my face
I start over
Haunted
Hunted
Starting over
pick a fight
frustrated and devastated
patience wearing thin
sexual impetuous
fingers leaving dusty smudges
on my collar bones
as you crush your lips
on mine
fire in your eyes
throw me down
whiskey makes the room spin
it would have a different ending
the middle would
change a bit too
the beginning?
the beginning was sweet
and i will always
cherish it
maybe the ending
will become the middle
and the beginning
will begin again
it is times like these
when sacred voices cry
wind in trees
and Gaelic haunts
when to feel the breeze
inside the still box
shadows crossing
closed eyes
to once again
taste her lips
on mine
and feel again
the pain
of remembering
look at her hat
it seems to be
throwing itself
all over the lane
my hat
on the other hand
is behaving nicely
thank you
perched just so
nice and neat and trim
just a little wear at the banding
but neatly mended
thank you again
it is of a hue
of black or blue
can’t tell anymore
without strong light
my hat speaks primly
of please and thank you’s
my hat shouts
well, nothing
a strong gust
will not dislodge it
but if you could
peep under that
well secured
neatly groomed
tight and tidy
brim
you might find
a bit of sequin
a lick of flame
maybe even
a touch of porn
but of course
no one
would ever
know
Julie at The Buffaloe Pen has written a wonderful whimsical piece about her hat. Her work has inspired me to write a little something about my own. Thank you Julie, that was just plain fun!
feeling your heart beat
just you and i
and nothing else
it was easy
to convince myself
you felt me
harder
to convince myself
you didn’t
didn’t matter then
doesn’t matter now
so i tell myself
i saw what was there
in your eyes
my own reflection
laughing back
fooled again
by something
more Savvy
than myself
once again
racing my soul
to the dawn
empty
nothing at all
became something
and something
became something else
altogether
that something else
became something more
and suddenly
something more
became nothing
nothing at all
once again
empty
written for One Single Impression