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[unpredictablebijou]

Leonine, she stretches her languid arms to
nearly touch mine across the restaurant table.
Driving in has tightened her shoulder muscles.
She leans to touch me.

How we have approached and avoided each other
through the years, making cool invitations,
touching hands, or letting our gazes flicker
toward one another.

Is it now? Is it time for the actual truth of it,
or will we spend yet another reluctant evening,
dancing in and out of the maddening topic:
who will begin it?

Neither one of us has quite the courage to do it.
I'm convinced I'm too much in love here already.
She'd be shocked at the level of hunger I'd show her
like some crazy stalker.

But if you saw her, you'd understand me completely:
ash-bright hair of a thousand impossible colors,
caught back wild and uncombed in a straining elastic,
coiling like serpents,

and her eyes, it's so stupid to try to describe them.
Blue, yes, blue, but the color is thoroughly pointless
It's just that startling depth, that completeness
that lack of armor

It pins me down to my seat in the restaurant
frozen in the shock of a gaze almost brutal
if it weren't so slick, and so sharp, and so cooling
and full of amusement.

And her voice, the smoky conspiracy of it
low and rough, like Lauren Bacall on a bender,
husky doesn't even begin to cover it.
Trust me, it's maddening.

Jesus Christ, I want her so hard I can't think straight,
never can, whenever I'm looking straight at her.
I'm quite sure that it's not going to happen this evening.
Or ever, most likely.

Let this be enough for another year
this short dosage of her hypnosis and colors
and let me be such a brilliant goddess on paper
that next year, just maybe...

 

[CicatrixESP]

Listless, crouching under bleachers
where people fluff their rarest feathers
As I wonder whether under all that gloss
That they might be just like me?
Cut to the quick.
Senseless saline welling over the iris
bending light and blackening it.

 

[CicatrixESP]

On the crush of your red lips
Lay fear and redemption
Of admitting "I'm yours, I'm yours"
We both know
I am not


Nor you mine.
This crushes more than anything.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

From tiramasu to I love you
what things gladden my soul?
Thunder and lightning
crashing in the hills.
The first fall of snowflakes
softly falling in the still air.
But the very best of all
how you pronounce my name
Annieeee.

 

[Honey123]

I will never know
the taste of your lips
the smell of your cologne
or how you would feel in my arms.

I will never hear
your heart beat
or the heat of your touch
or see that look in your eyes.

How would your voice sound
as you whisper to me
through the night?

I wil never know

You are a dream
The sweetest dream of mine
made of light, fire & wind
a glow of passion & Desire

and

I will never know

Your love, Your Kiss, Your touch.

 

[CicatrixESP]

There are many
Where there was once two
And for every one
Another waits for you

Every word a waste from tips more bruised than the egos that sired them.

Plan your words
Plan your caprice
Dashing drams of it
Down our throats

Where there was two
Now there are many
And for each of these solitudes
Each offers plenty

(eww..)

 

[sophieloves]

by Cicatrix

On the crush of your red lips
Lay fear and redemption
Of admitting "I'm yours, I'm yours"
We both know
I am not


Nor you mine.
This crushes more than anything.


sigh

 

[sophieloves]

crushed
suddenly the weight of oceans
driven down into the depths
beyond the light
beyond sound
a single bubble escapes
all that's left of words....

 

[CicatrixESP]

sorry

Let these words be redemption
The lost message in the first intention
The heart that reels from a touch
The mind that used you as a crutch

The hand that lay upon your skin
Here, there, and back again
Let these words be contrition
A retraction of the first edition

 

[sophieloves]

that's lovely ^

 

[American Woman]

John

Nowadays his flesh hangs closer
to his bones. Over the dead blades,
his heels slide dry. Feebleness
is a slender embrace.

He tells me to keep the sack,
the sturdy, toting sack,
brown with dirt, like the once green lawn.

Again, I hug him. This time,
goodbye.

 

[American Woman]

Bo

He keeps her up all night.
Braggart slut!

I recognize her little boast, standing there
in the guise of a woe-is-me.

Her Bo comes to me. It is my elm
that brings him. The limbs are heavy, low
and Bo has arborous talent. He whittles

a cue from felled wood. I won't play
pool with him. Bo would keep me up
all night long.

 

[American Woman]

Hugo: Yard Sale Freebie Box

Linty clothes, gnarly lids
without containers (covering air,
sealing it in
airtight)
and one Hugo--crude, rude,
curled in the bottom of the box,
like Marlboro smoke.

Clever Hugo,
clever boy, clinging
to unwanted Tupperware that's wanted
by cat lady, a crazed
cat lady. She serves tender tuna
on Hugo.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Will I be asking for trouble if I ask what a Hugo is? English dontcha know!

 

[WickedEve]

Will I be asking for trouble if I ask what a Hugo is? English dontcha know!

Hugo is a man's name and he is a Hugo in the bottom of the box and yes those are my crappy poems and I'm not signing out and back in as the american chick.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Hugo is a man's name and he is a Hugo in the bottom of the box and yes those are my crappy poems and I'm not signing out and back in as the american chick.

HA! I knew it weren't no virgin doin' that.

Those rock, Eve. All three of them. Solid solid solid.

bijou

 

[WickedEve]

HA! I knew it weren't no virgin doin' that.

Those rock, Eve. All three of them. Solid solid solid.

bijou

They jumped into my head so quickly that I was forced to write them. And I haven't really written poetry in months. I've tried. I guess it's like riding a rusty bike. You never forget and the seat hurts the crack of your ass.

 

[Tathagata]

They jumped into my head so quickly that I was forced to write them. And I haven't really written poetry in months. I've tried. I guess it's like riding a rusty bike. You never forget and the seat hurts the crack of your ass.

you have to work b&d into everything don't you?

 

[CicatrixESP]

Lightness

Those lilting legs catching sunlight
like flashes in picture frames
As the breeze steals perfumed air
from swales of your frame.

Settling whorls of you
Kissing blessings on tremulant grass
A broken insignificance
Now a significant past

And those kisses you suspire
Are the treasures that I found
With your heart like childrens feet
On the rolling summer ground

 

[sophieloves]

Cicatrix

this is so pretty!
no, more than pretty. i love the originality of this image, this concept:

With your heart like childrens feet
On the rolling summer ground

 

[Honey123]

Cicatrix

this is so pretty!
no, more than pretty. i love the originality of this image, this concept:

With your heart like childrens feet
On the rolling summer ground

I agree totally, sophie!

 

[Bedtime Storyteller]

he called
i came
once for him
twice for me
my cunt still throbs
his name
a prayer
on my lips
disconnected

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Oooooooooh sing us a song for the merry old falling down water
numbs the bums and gladdens the heart
therell be bluebells over the white cliffs of dover
and a wassailling we will gooooooooo!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Sorry about that I had been out celebrating my wedding anniversary lot of good it did me I ended up in A & E till 3 am with a pulled hamstring and had to be put on valium to try and relax my muscles. God knows how I did it doc thinks it was just by stranding up wrong sometime on Monday and he says I must never drink coffee again either because its all cramp related ... painkillers arent working I am in agony here

 

[Honey123]

It's time
for me
to move on

I cried
my last tear
for you