I don’t have a poem.
I just have a desire.
To hold and to touch.
Be with me, we’ll be like breathing.
Easy and absolutely necessary.
Poems
Thin distance
wonder if you’re gentle
Would kiss with tenderness to match fierceness
Are you as lonely as you seem
Take refuge in my arms
To wonder or is it wish?
At long days ending
To hear your heart against mine
And spring forth, joyous
From long embrace
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Impact
Waves of fire
Undulating in the dying light of day
Memories blossom
… Then fade
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Rhyming consciousness
Its a simple twist and burn
No life was spent to yearn
And making bread, make time
Faltering steps in the rime
Fled to the dimly lit
Market frozen split
Lay me down in pain
Then wake me for the same
Sanctuary in caress
Bound simple by the dress
Hope’s blazing sun
Smarter now to run
Bring me now enthralled
Before the innocent
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Maybe…
Wanting you all the time
Needing to taste your body and your mind
Wanting your stories
And the look on your face as you lose yourself to pleasure
Needing to feel your skin whenever
And to hear your thoughts on Pablo Neruda
Wanting your voice to talk with confidence about everything in your world, including me
Maybe I’m selfish
Maybe I want too much
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Each grain falls alone
Broken up and broken
Shattered up and shooken
Beaten and battered
You’re all that had mattered
Dreams are forever
But in reality it’s never
Reap and repeat
I wish it were more upbeat
But it’s all just ruthless
All my efforts are fruitless
These aren’t games that I play
But emotions run deep
For all that I say
I am here for keeps
Need a word in my ear
Something to tell me to stay
To make me take that leap
To fight all that is fear
And wait.
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I miss the touch of your hands, even though they were only words
Only imagined
I miss the hot breathe of you against my neck, though only syllables marked your passage
I miss your moans, your cries of Sir, though simple pixels held in array
I miss you even though we never were
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Reverie
Delicate counterweight spin
Drunk on the power of your pleasure
No innocence in this sin
Consume you in full measure
Flaws like scars perceive
Tracery writ across skin
In safeties guise deceive
Distinct, alive with passion
Sink heat through muscle to bone
All doubts have found to flown
And only we remain
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Just a bit of Ennui
Written and rewritten
Erased
Start over, start again
So tired in the post lunch depression
Kiss me
Feel your heat against my skin
Convince me I’m real
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Trouble breathing
So tired and shameless
Unhappy and aimless
This poet is stuck on repeat
Each phrase, mindless
Needing to rhyme
For reasons not mine
Just looking for a bit of the sweet
But too bitter now
Having lost to be found
I’ve long lost the sound
… Of your breathing
These thoughts of mine
In rhythm in rhyme
Can’t stop thinking
It’s the endings that pull me forward
But to what?
to what do I have to look toward
When all I am is without you
Better the end than the begin
Because then
At least I know where I stand
… Without you
Pelgris 