I sit. I sat. I’m staying.
Under my willow tree.
Kicking tin. Hand full of gin.
Awaiting the moon. A star. A bleeding truth.
Pulchritudinous
Good Morning
I missed your pretty face
Touch of your curvy waist
Tell me you feel the same
Don’t turn away
I’m stuck in loving thoughts
Plum cherry lips
Plumped- pucker up
Undress me with your emerald eyes
I like the way you stare
Blueberry wavy hair
Admire how your coco freckles lie
I salute them from collar to sculpted back
Remembering your marvelous mystique
Statuesque physique. Strong. Soft. Hard. Tight. Open.
I tease. You exhale the scent of an ocean breeze
I pedal down your side. Detour your thighs and melon bottom
Dipping into sweet musk and daisies…
Carousel
I swear I’ve done this before. Rode until I was broken and sore. This carousel. Another ride lost. Would hop on and twirl. Straddle all night until my seat caught fire and turned to dust. Spin spin. A ballerina on a hot rod. Vision blurry. Hearts throb. Speeding so fast, I fumble into your wicked pod.
Ouch. I got an ouchie. Fell on my head. Whipped lips bleed. Hips slouchie. Crashed hard. Bruised and scarred. I just want to cry. Cry cry baby. Let me be your cry baby. I can’t help but cry, baby. Ever seen a man sob like a baby?
Mama warned me. She knew this wouldn’t work. Truth be told. I fein the thrill. To chase the shadows where love and pain lurk.
Release my hand. Dust the clovers from my waist. Tears have dried. I looked to your sunshine. Now I can’t bear your face. Round and round in the same space. I dreamed of shooting stars. Silly me, carousels don’t fly. Spun me along with no glittering cloud in sight.
You promised me fuckn’ nine.
Kiss
When the night draws to a close
Promise you’ll press rewind
You trace of vanilla bean
And, I take you into me
My sweet honey bear
Come inside
Coco mist in the air
My lips burn fire
You
You never come late
When I call out
Right around the corner
As soon as I open my mouth
No one shifts me like you do
Just as I pull away
You flip me around
Beg me to stay
Take my hand
Lead the way
Fear dies
When we fall
Into each other’s eyes
And, as cheesy as it sounds
The rest of the world evaporates
When you’re around…
Hue
Today, I set out to catch poetry
Instead came along a story
About how a brother fell into crimson red
A drop from 15 stories
About how some friends can easily forget your mourning
Then ask you to host brunch the next morning
I hear the waves crash within my most darkest blue…
The sun, a constant reminder caught on fire
Of how we are still surviving every day
Following many yellow paved roads only to uncover no answers
The greenest of money can turn kin to strangers
Trust yourself first before you give into a violet kiss
I dream in rainbow and I love in white and black
Today is a bitch orange kinda day…
Wander Dust
Touch
Turn my mind inside out
Take me by the hand
Spin me out of control
Wrap me up in sticky
Orange and yellow bows
Send me a message
Let me know
When I land back
Upon your lap
Bruised
I never mind when he takes advantage of me. Head pressed down. Slapped around and bruised. I’ll never tell. Force out smiles to distract from the swell. Hands clasped over my mouth so neighbors can’t hear the yell. Wouldn’t dare to dream of sneaking out. Too stunned to speak out. Can’t imagine running away without you leading me by the hand. My hero. My captor. My man. My hell. My love no one will ever understand.
One Night
I’ll stay awhile if you can show
That you can love me
Lock the door behind
Let me see
If you can give me what I need
I can’t wait
To feel the pressure build
I can’t wait
For time to stop still
Allow the lights to dim
I’ll close my eyes
And let you feel
Where ever you like
In-Between
A month later and I’m back at the desk
Upright, pen in hand, bare chest, robed
Chamomile tea and honey
I wanted to write something special
For you, my new year. To reflect on the end of 2014
And, to be inspired by the upcoming journey of 2015
I took a break. Allowed my mind to rest in-between the takes
Released my thoughts to wander aimlessly
No focus. No destination. No deadline. No need to write it all down
An open space. An open road
For all to cross
Across my mind they came
Sixth grade friends. My child’s fondest memories
Old and new inspirations. The ones that push me further towards my goals
Family I adore. Laughter unheard of
Lovers. Teachers. Believers in the dream. People I miss
Regrets came by too.
An uncle, I wish I ignored
A brother, whose life I wish I had the chance to save
And, a grandfather who left this earth too soon
without saying goodbye
I crossed my mind. All versions of me
From different times. Different dimensions
All seemed healthy and happy. Loved
They reminded me of things I forgot
Reassured me of the things I began to doubt
I was in-between. It was an unwinding place to be…
Love Notes and Dirty Dishes 