I miss breaking into your house
Falling asleep on your bed
Holding your hand in the car
I miss sex on the beach
My little blue dress
Steaming up the windows
I miss leaving dirty messages
Going away for the weekend
Cooking together
I miss last-minute meals
Shrouded by importance
Undressing each other
I miss me
Category Archives: Original Poetry
Fantasy (350/365)
Is it just me,
Or do I really need
Your tatooed biceps
To throw me up against a wall
So close I feel your heat
Wet lips against my neck
What would I give up?
For your dark skin
And sparkling eyes
Lighting up my world
Your breath against my cheek
The low rumble of your words
Who would ever know?
The chemistry we share
Like keeping magnets apart
The nuclear fission energy
Of life lusting for life
Flesh Barriers (349/365)
How could you resist
Being pulled in by the arms of God?
That spark is in you
And in everyone
I just want to unite
But our bodies get in the way
Proud (348/365)
Queen of the worms
A sparkle in a rock
Proud little creatures
Playing our brainPods
Lights Out (347/365)
Believe me, this nonsense
It's all gonna pass
We don't know what tomorrow will bring
We think too much
And know too little
Gotta learn when
To throw off the switch
Leaving (346/365)
We are two autumn leaves
Falling off the tree
Dancing 'round each other
In wide and smaller circles
Being blown this way and that
Heading for the compost pile
Slowing Down (345/365)
There's something about massage
Or petting a cat
That makes time move more slowly
Or perhaps time always moves so slowly
And I just move too quickly
Struggle in the City (344/365)
A man was laying, slumped on the stairs
That go down into the subway
He looked up at us
His yellow eyes and dark face
As I was walking down
I stopped and asked him if he needed help
He looked at me
A face swollen and one eye infected or gone
And said painfully
I just need a coffee
I said "Oh, okay," then left him alone
He needed much more than a coffee
I told the operator about the man on the stairs
Got on the train and burst into tears
The View (343/365)
I'm on the precipice
And it's exhilarating
On the edge between
Falling and flying
Time and energy
Movement and rest
I've planted a seed
And it's starting to grow
A life of its own
Amazed by my child
And its silver-lined wings
Climbing (342/365)
I'm climbing the peak
Can see glimpses of the next valley
Its meadows look so inviting
I can't wait to rest there