Wanting To Be Alone

I’m holding on to you,

My dear,

I’ll never let you go.

But what if space

Is what I need? I may be

Here, physically,

But my presence isn’t present.


I love you

Don’t you love me?

Yes, but I

Love myself more.

The Broken Doll

She sits on the wooden shelf

An unwelcome grin etched on to her face

As the people around her

Mill around the house

Go about their day

And pay her no attention.

She waits

Patiently with her stiff limbs

Hoping all day

Today’s the day

When they come home

They’ll pick me up off of the shelf

And play with me.

The hour arrives,

The family trudges in

One

By

One

And they begin to mill around the house

And go about the rest of their day

Without a glance at the shelf

Where the doll sits by herself

Waiting for love.

The Way We Talk

Words taking flight

On a trip, traveling up my throat

Flitting across my tongue

And playing at the tip

Where they brush past my lips

And escape.

But what happens

When there are no words?

A different form of communication

Evolves without trying.

Your lips on mine-

The pressure, lingering, intensity

All signs that show me

What you want, need, desire.

A secret code, no-

A secret passed

From one pair of lips to another

A conversation that lasts a lifetime.

This language is our own.

Brief Satisfaction

I’ll seduce you

With my words

That kiss your ear

And tickle you with pleasure…

Until you can’t get enough of me

And require instant gratification.

 

With no romance or bedside manners

We’ll go all night

‘Til the sun peaks through the shades

And wakes you.

 

Then you’ll walk out my front door

Only to be heard from once more

But never seen again.

 

Because you got what you came for-

Hip bones clashing

In the heat of the moment.

 

And I got what I wanted-

To be loved

No matter how briefly.

Indecisive Tango

In front of me

You stand

In black and white

A 50’s dream

With suit-clad arms by your side

Raising up

As if lifted by clouds

To rest on my generous hip

And outstretched hand

As the music begins.

 

Behind me

Stands my past

With magnified eyes

Waiting for me to get lost

In the distraction of music

And misstep

Landing a sharp-as-a-knife-heel

In the heart of your foot

So they can shout

I KNEW SHE WOULD HURT YOU!

 

But what’s behind you?

I can’t see

For the room is too dark

From the extinguishing sneers of my past

Reducing the fiery passion

Creating tension between your body

And my own.

 

But I want to know so badly

Regardless of how hard you try

To stand in my way

I’ll step to the right

And see your face

I’ll step to the left

And you’re there with me.

 

Hold me close until the song ends

Until then,

We’ll keep dancing

In time and rhythm

Side to side.

Romance (A Bedroom Story)

In  love,

Sames give

Gaining height.

 

Motionless

(Forgetful)

Yearn his glance here-

I’m timid

Under his firm eyes.

 

Newly unearthed, unclothed,

The first touch

Of my sleeping dreams

Woke fate.

 

So beautiful it made me weep

Vainly, I cried.

 

Lifting mountains

Creating valleys-

Joy!

He Praised the moon

As I sang with desire.

 

Joy.

Joy so pure

Twilight would rejoice

In our shadows.

 

Keen.

Keen beyond conceiving

Strictly

There he stood,

My dream.

 

Flesh was blood-

A mile uphill,

And I could only smile.

With a gasp.

 

Scorning

Made me move through his anger.

Motions:

Forward

Backward

Side by side.

 

Arms extended humbly

Between foe and friend,

Between the foolish and the wise,

Immeasurable impatience…

Hold me closer.

 

Flames

Caused my will to climb

naked, bare, hungry

shoulders pulled against the dark.

 

Sorrow:

Look,

You’re still a foe.

 

Let us join blood and flesh.

Imagination-

A drug…

Giving a heart,

A mind.

 

Though dull, you taste bright

Though bitter, you are sweet.

 

Truth-

I say-

Love his soul!

Love him whole.

 

http://www.napowrimo.net/ NaPoWriMo prompt for day 26. Erasure poetry inspired by E. E. Cummings’ poem “My Father Moved Through Dooms of Love” which can be found here: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15405.