A last word to leave you with
although this will not be
my last poem
Just the end of a game
a challenge
So until next year,
or until you glimpse
One of my notebooks
I will say goodbye
and goodnight
Monday, April 30, 2012
Day Twenty-nine: Rework (I'll be by 'round 5)
A timid knock
A shy blush
His gentle touch
and a wave to show the room
An offered drink
Some halting conversation
Their boldness lost in their desire
She reached up
hesitated
Then found the back of his neck
pulling him down to her
He met her lips
and kissed her back
Hotter, hotter
until they caught fire
No longer shy, timid
they moved like they were starved
for each other
desperate for the feel of the other
Not satisfied until they were tangled up
together in the sheets
A shy blush
His gentle touch
and a wave to show the room
An offered drink
Some halting conversation
Their boldness lost in their desire
She reached up
hesitated
Then found the back of his neck
pulling him down to her
He met her lips
and kissed her back
Hotter, hotter
until they caught fire
No longer shy, timid
they moved like they were starved
for each other
desperate for the feel of the other
Not satisfied until they were tangled up
together in the sheets
Day Twenty-eight: Problem
I have a lot of those
and I've writen about many
"The problem is,
You're a million miles away
And I'm leaning in for a kiss"
That's always been my favorite
maybe because it's so bittersweet
or that I'm often caught in that one
and I've writen about many
"The problem is,
You're a million miles away
And I'm leaning in for a kiss"
That's always been my favorite
maybe because it's so bittersweet
or that I'm often caught in that one
Day Twenty-seven: The Trouble is (blank)
That this wont ever work
It seems like it would be surprisingly simple
but a kiss, a touch,
isn't enough, I'm sure
We both seem to be the sharing type
and that would be something
we couldn't do
now, I just have to convince myself
It seems like it would be surprisingly simple
but a kiss, a touch,
isn't enough, I'm sure
We both seem to be the sharing type
and that would be something
we couldn't do
now, I just have to convince myself
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Day Twenty-six: Animal
It was a lithe thing,
treading in and out of shadows
Looking, feeling like it was poured
from liquid metal
Its color and intentions
never quite solidifying
or settling
Padding through the minefield
of the space between us
You hesitated to reached out
I moved forward, almost unnoticeably
The animal writhed, crouched, lept
but we let the moment slip by,
and it was left to creep through
our shadows, once again
treading in and out of shadows
Looking, feeling like it was poured
from liquid metal
Its color and intentions
never quite solidifying
or settling
Padding through the minefield
of the space between us
You hesitated to reached out
I moved forward, almost unnoticeably
The animal writhed, crouched, lept
but we let the moment slip by,
and it was left to creep through
our shadows, once again
Day Twenty-five: Sport
Sports and games
have never been my thing
mostly due to my lack of competitiveness
-not just my bad joints.
And though you might catch me at a game
now and again,
they fall into the catagory,
of things that don't interest me.
have never been my thing
mostly due to my lack of competitiveness
-not just my bad joints.
And though you might catch me at a game
now and again,
they fall into the catagory,
of things that don't interest me.
Day Twenty-four: Love or Anti-Love
You can't go,
I'm not ready to hurt this much again
I've barely got my feet under me
and the world is spining
twisting out of my control
I love you too much
I can't let you go
please come home
I'm not ready to hurt this much again
I've barely got my feet under me
and the world is spining
twisting out of my control
I love you too much
I can't let you go
please come home
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