Those fingers and toes – that’s twenty
Her neck and her nose – There’s 2
And of course how she shares
I love you.
In my mind the tally’s now 30
Plus I argue her ‘Love You’s’ worth double
Then here is one more
I assure you, worth four
How she know’s
When there’s trouble.
From 50, we’re down to 16 (ish)
As my lovers
Makes the chart
Some might find me smutty
To point out the putty
My mens-rea, tho’s to
Love’s dark art!
My ways carry on
Thru this dubious song
Which reminds me
My love birds warm trill
Humming when she finds happiness
When life is less a mess
Her’s the voice of the angels
Her get up
Like drinking and smoking
The way she finds worry
In the doe eyes of love
And that peak that she rides
And how quickly she
Welcome to love life’s top 5!
Though I’d happily drone till you’re bored.
From the arch of her brow
To the grace in her swing
And her lips,
bitten tender in thought
The second spot’s filled by her breasts
And you might think that bawdily stark, but…
The point of this poem
The top of the chart
Is her forever surprise that she’s stolen my heart.
I’m out on my own
with my dancing –
All soulish and lonesome;
Maybe once – but now
It’s a frightening
on my brain
and it’s sending me old!
This isn’t mixed messages
She only sends out one
It’s long and convoluted
And sits uneasy on the tongue
It’s just the same
It always is…
Her conciliatory song
That i love you
That I’m a little bit worried
That she’s not sure who’s right
Nor what is wrong
As I waste what we’ve been given
Charting courses, this stagnant race,
As we writhe in guilt
Or fake and wait,
consumed in lies through lost nights due embrace
Her voice as calm as stone
Embittered, pleading not be left alone
There is a light that glances us
In loves fine spirals
Leaving some sweet trace…
We blink at each other
thru some fug of confusion
The slow eyeball roll
to a grasp for conclusion
I hear your noise distant
As when wisps of mists cloud
All the words that you say
And I blink in ascent
Some time some time ago
we sang the same lyrics
Your accented verbs
lit my mind with loves fire
Attuned to the vibrant chords
Lept from your full lips
I wondered the musical
majesty of breath
Yet here we sit side by side
Tone deaf and mystified
Straining to glean
just a semblance of sense
I hear you, don’t get me wrong,
My ears are not yet deaf
What i hear is not quite though what your tongue likely meant
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Tagged change, couple, life, listening, Love, night, personal, poetry, relationship, short, time, youth |
Love is the drug I hear them say
Can I get it in a tablet or a nasal spray?
Love is the drug and it’s messing with my brain
Your detox did today but I’ll backslide again
Let me get caned in your cuddles
Do a gram of wet-eye-stares?
Or maybe try some methalove;
Warm and close but not as scary?
Love is the drug, light afterglow
My shot in the arm, your ultimate dose
My sweet narcotic of nuzzling necks
A sure-fire hit for knock-out sex
Love is the drug
Our tearing loss
Our need to do it again
From the soaring highs of love’s hot fix
Where blood rushes blindly inciting my psychosis.
We lie it’s forever. I believe it’s what hurts.
An infinite comedown and it’s aching our hearts.
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Tagged beat, desire, drugs, eyes, life, Love, narcotic, need, people, personal, poem, poetry, romance, simile, story, tears, time, withdrawal |
Stańczyk by Jan Matejko (1862)
I’m revolting in our kitchen
I will not wash another cup
Nary the bins are emptied
And I care not who’s turning up
In the toilet I’m revolting
You can guess the seat stays raised
A growing ring of gloomy grey
Entombs the tub in waves
The floor of our thru-diner
Is an irksome furry muck
For I’ve revolted against the oppressive regime
That bids I vacuum up
Window’s streak with weeks of grime
The laundry mountain hums
Shadows stretch from coves
– such as spiders hide –
Yet I’m sticking to my guns
Once in a while love stands the test
Resists worldly weights and… sails
Yet sometimes – oft noticed far too late –
Once in a while love fails
So leave me to my misery
Let this dirt I foster bloom
You Watch your ‘Bake Off’ finally
I’ll sulk, revolting,
in some dark room
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Tagged argue, cleaning, dark, dirt, dispute, grime, home, life, Love, pain, people, personal, poem, poetry, Revolt, romance, solitude, sulk, together, washing up |
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