Posts tagged ‘Poetry’

Jan 24

death and I met

Death and I met at the drugstore on the corner when I was

going in as he was coming out and blind in his hurry

he almost hit me head on but he missed and so

I nodded hello as was my habit then he smiled a guilty

smile that I seemed to know and aloud I wondered if maybe

we’d met before and being a gentleman he slowed down and politely

answered no but I feel so certain that I’ve seen you somewhere I

insisted and he thought maybe we’ve known some of the same

people and that must be it I said then he smiled a funny

smile and said we’ll surely meet again someday so I certainly hoped

we would and then stepped into the door as he

made his way down the crowded sidewalk.

♦

Oct 31

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In the Shadows

I am this night’s shadows
the darkness beneath the eaves
I am stillness and silence, a sentinel,
I watch for you, for what I need.

Desire burns through these thin veins
liquid memories of what I anticipate
the taste and the touch cry out for me,
and aching with patience, I wait.

And then you come soft and languid
living fleshed and curved and perfect.

This body awakes at the scent of you,
though no flush passes over pale skin,
and with ears pricked by each falling step,
muscles tense for the game to begin.

A deeper dark you smooth your way into,
unthinking brush a tress back from your eyes,
and with no hesitation passing through,
blindly set your path, accept my lies.

Swiftly I descend into your capture,
hold you close against my strength’s caress,
at last these verging senses reach their rapture,
and thrust their passion deep into your neck.

And now your thoughts, like skin, are tearing fast,
your terror beats for me, a lovely tune,
I savor every note, for it won’t last,
the slowing rhythm of a life consumed.

At last I loose the grip of our embrace
and gently pull my head back as I’m filled
if I had love, I’d thank you for your gift,
though it’s hardly a flicker against this eternal chill.

♦

Oct 29

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Autumn Reveals Herself

The first cool morning

and autumn reveals herself to me:

she pulls her cape ’round,

crimson,

gold,

orange,

bottomless depths of evergreen,

and brown.

♦

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Aug 9

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calculated risk

I think,

that as long as you have

the capacity to love,

anything,

then you are vulnerable

to having your heart broken.

The greater your love,

the greater the risk of injury.

.

I think,

it’s so totally worth it.

♥

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