I will come to you my sweet
Raise my face to yours with hope
That our breathless lips will meet
On my cheeks a kiss bestow

I will come to you my sweet
With burning eyes and heart aflame
Your name in every breath and beat
No touch but yours my heart to tame

I will come to you my sweet
Enfold myself in your embrace
Within your arms, a safe retreat
My heart is stilled, my soul at peace

the waiting, watching
frantic wanting
{to see your face}
{to hear your voice}
no respite from
active craving
almost dizzy with the aching
breathless, gasping
with the craving
{thirsting for your brand of loving}
twisting, writhing
head is spinning
endless pining
{endless pain}

anticipation

no regrets

no redemption

i love you awkward

i love you boyish and innocent
and impish and grinning
and openly beaming

i love you passionate

i love you squeezing and intense
and wordy and expressive
and artful and giving

i love you freely and without doubt

i love you until tomorrow
and the day after that
and the day after that

i love you until all the tomorrows dry up

i will always love you

I didn’t (mean to but)…

You weren’t…

I always…

And now…

You would…

I guess…

You don’t…

I never…

I won’t…

But then…

I did.

Again.

Screaming inside
Howling inside
Rending and tearing
And crying inside
Furiously fuming
Fired up, frantic
Desperately longing
Verging on panic
Tortured with grief
Demanding relief
Insanity making it
Harder to breathe

You,
tied loosely to a chair with silk scarves,
hardness poking through boxers.

Me,
wearing dangerously short satin lingerie,
maroon teddy,
nothing else,
swaying slowly to softly playing music.

You,
playfully tugging at your bindings,
straining to touch.

Me,
pushing you back with fingers lightly trailing over goosebumped arms,
putting one leg over yours,
caressing your calf with my foot,
knee not-quite reaching

You,
slipping wet tongue over dry lips.

Me,
arching back a bit,
nipples distended.

You,
frantic now,
eyes burning,
hardness insistent.

Me,
slight smile,
meeting your gaze,
moving to sit on your lap,
arms on your shoulders,
hands on your nape,
my full weight making you twitch.

You,
driven crazy,
wanting to be touched there,
face straining to get closer to my full softness.

Me,
grinding a bit,
also in agony,
wanting to be touched everywhere but holding back,
just barely.

You,
tugging free of your binds finally,
pulling me urgently closer,
crushing me to you with trembling arms.

Me,
giving in,
relieved.

You,
pushing up unresistant cloth.

Me,
helpless now.

Us,
finally.

“roses are red”
it starts
scarlet letters
bled on paper
tired words
of sentiment
pretending truth
beguiling
misleading
false hope
springing
from flowers
now dead

“violets are blue”
it goes
still lying
but at least
not hiding
the statement
in itself
a denial
the line
still untrue

“sugar is sweet”
trying now
for honesty
flat out
buying trust
using taste
testing faith
there is no way
this is not

but flowers die
roses
and violets
both
sugar melts
paper fades
words lie
the tired sentiments
repeat themselves
into meaningless
oblivion

in the end
all poetry
starts
and ends with
“rose are red”

This one is for krkbaker, who challenged me to write a poem that starts with “roses are red”.  It was hard to write, because well, I have never been inclined to write something that starts with those words ever.  Thanks for tagging me again Nextgr8writer!

Where are you
How are you
What are you doing
I hope you’re ok
Are you still writing
Are you still trying
Are you still crying
Is your head still intact
Did you get it all back
Is your life back on track
(Chorus)

I’m still here
Still in the same place
I’m ok I guess
I’m still writing
I’m still trying
I’m still fighting
The voices in my head are all trying to help
I haven’t been eating well
But that’s neither here nor there
I smile for exercise
People seem to take it
There’s no other way to make it
(Chorus)

the plaintive voices in my head

clamor for attention

they rant and rave

they whisper not but shout instead

eager for discussion

to pour their rage

i will slam your body into the wall
until you fucking break all your bones.
i will smash your beautiful face in and break
every exquisite bone in that stuck up, aristoctratic face.
you will cry and i will laugh.
you will scream and i will fucking sing.
you will bleed blood red against creamy white
and i will bend down and suck and suck
and lick my lips and crave for more
dammit, more
i will rejoice in your hurt, and i will celebrate your pain.
you may weep in silence, but i will declare to the world your naked humiliation,
and i will shout your final denigration
before i’m through with you baby
you will fucking plead for death

10/03/2001 10:17:28 PM