Dancing flames
Call my name
Wrap me in warmth
Of past
Or possible future
And so walking coals
Seems saner than
Previously thought
But then reminders
Of how hot fire burns
And why I chose
To walk away
From the pit
That last time
Wow.. God Damn!There is a clearing I want to take you to
One that isn't anywhere physical
But an amalgamation
Of all the beautiful wooded clearings I have been
I want to walk with you
Hand in hand
Stopping whenever feels right
To kiss and be kissed
Perhaps we will make it there
But it isn’t so much the destination
Drawing us
But the time spent
Just being together
I am lacking in punctuation
And find myself reaching for more
Of the memories which hold them
And when you remind me
Of the path and my feet
I smile and squeeze your hand
Or rest my head briefly on your upper arm
In such a relaxed manner
You wouldn’t have a clue
About how quickly my heart was fluttering
And all the things I want to say
Rtfn.
There is a clearing I want to take you to
One that isn't anywhere physical
But an amalgamation
Of all the beautiful wooded clearings I have been
I want to walk with you
Hand in hand
Stopping whenever feels right
To kiss and be kissed
Perhaps we will make it there
But it isn’t so much the destination
Drawing us
But the time spent
Just being together
I am lacking in punctuation
And find myself reaching for more
Of the memories which hold them
And when you remind me
Of the path and my feet
I smile and squeeze your hand
Or rest my head briefly on your upper arm
In such a relaxed manner
You wouldn’t have a clue
About how quickly my heart was fluttering
And all the things I want to say
Rtfn.
I’m not sorry.
I’m not sorry.
If you ever did a poetry reading I would totally go
I remember Dominique Moceanu!
She was amazing and I admired the heck out of her too way back when even though I had "retired" from sports by 1996.
She is still amazing though like you said and still doing so much good for women's sports! I wouldn't mind buying her a glass or three of wine too and then inviting her back to my place either to open another bottle and take a dip in the hot tub together!
I really do love reading your poetry btw!
If you ever did a poetry reading I would totally go
I remember Dominique Moceanu!
She was amazing and I admired the heck out of her too way back when even though I had "retired" from sports by 1996.
She is still amazing though like you said and still doing so much good for women's sports! I wouldn't mind buying her a glass or three of wine too and then inviting her back to my place either to open another bottle and take a dip in the hot tub together!
I really do love reading your poetry btw!
Unmistakable flavor
Reminiscent of cool mornings with a good book on a deck
Reading as the sun rises
And sipping
Soft and smooth
Comforting feeling of pulling the blankets up over our heads
Staying in bed all day
And melting
A flush of the cheeks
As two sets of lips meet becoming one for the first time with that taste
Running through minds
And settling
Cartwheels flipping
A nervousness returning with every promise of more time in that space
Subsiding with a touch
And reassuring
There’s a story behind this bruise.
A story that involves blended memories
And lusty thoughts.
Which is why I smile when I feel something
Press against it
Or see it in the mirror after a shower.
Even an hour without you
Is too long.
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When I was young,
I looked at everything
Without this skeptical eye.
Books I read became other worlds
Where I could escape reality,
Notebook paper became intricately folded
Notes between friends,
And flowers became barometers
For whether a crush was also interested.
He loves me,
He loves me not.
I would peel a petal and recite,
Back and forth until all that was left
Was the yellow center,
The final petal telling me the truth
About what was in someone else’s heart.
He loves me...
...He loves me not.
Now I’m older physically,
And I usually know better mentally,
But sometimes I pick a flower victim
To start pulling petals off of...
...He loves me...
And think the words in my head
As I cast each aside
He loves me not.
Like an unnecessary emotional roller coaster
Only one person really knows the answer to.
He loves me?
Now I know better,
And logic helps along with the little things
He does to quell the doubts.
He loves me not?
But still, when I find myself
With a handful of fresh-picked daisies...
