#69
Cherry stained lips,
a tongue that blankets
perfume with dinner,
it wasn’t just her body,
more the mind,
more the smile,
more the laugh,
and an evening again.
Flexing her limbs,
my fingers parted her lips
tracing down her arms,
her legs snaking and twisted,
gratitude in a kiss, lain against
skin on end, oh to be alive,
and in a lover’s waltz.
#70
Her words ran their
finger tips through
my hair, and that
spring not once, but twice,
did she stand before me,
as i stand before her pages
now, and her words slugged
right through my heart,
misting my eyes, with their
honesty, their passion.
#71
Unexpected, in the centre
of a heater blasting breeze,
on a sidewalk in the Baja of
California heard the echoes
of St. Petersburg.
Romantic, endless days, brisk,
sharp winds, smells of Soviet
donuts, and Sputnik coffee
came to find me wishing myself,
for the first time, back,
to the freezing North.
#72
Today i feel my anxiety
it’s sitting on the top
of my neck
resting under my head
a slight weight on my chest
a tickle in my very pit,
how i wish i didn’t feel this
how i wish
how i wish.
#73
i’m learning to embrace
the moments my mind goes to wander
taking its time to explore,
i can’t blame it for not listening when
i command it, that’s not me, if i
were in its shoes i wouldn’t be able to bear it.
No structure, no rules, darling i was born free,
So who am i to judge, to try to control,
my imagination belongs in the endless,
and what time is better spent, then indulging?
#74
Drowning,
in my complaisant ocean,
battling waves of empty
pages.
Filling my mouth
so i can’t speak,
and they can’t suffer
my words.
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-Mr. Write