A couple of hours of sleep
coffee, adrenaline, words
reading before my first sip and weep
trying to capture the dawn
staring at paintings of Santorini
anything but this white lawn.
Go to Target fill up the carts
don’t forget the 30% off in stationery
oh, my pens, joy, more broken hearts,
fill it up with all the empty journals
waiting for my adoring love
to inspire me, rip off pages,
crumble words.
Date with the girls
the younger girls
celebrating birthdays
more than silly made up days
and let the men
do what they do best.
Haunted by sleeplessness
moon cycles;
setting of the moods
your stories
my confessions
I can scare off so many people
with nothing but words
that have more power
than you think.
All we have between us are words
and see how many connect
disconnect
follow
unfollow
read
skip
bleed
tattoo words on skin
on chambers
on walls
they lay dormant for a while
sleep on this or that
about how words trick us
into believing
we could be sweet
manipulative
cruel.
Just tell me how poetry spills your soul
directly into mine
so fluidly.
I could love you with my eyes
now, feel you with my soul,
fuck the words,
only don’t mistake me
for someone else.
The trick to unlocking your secrets
is listening to your breath
in deep silence
all the while
I ponder how I wish I could make up my bloody mind
because I know
we were bound to meet
one way or another
and as for 50 shades and chocolates
I have to see it and taste the flavour
to make up my mind
because all these critiques
of love
and movies
are just that.
I actually love Friday the 13th
tonight it’s byob
and no men at our table
only in our hearts.
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Lovely poem. Congratulations on your new book. Welcome to MuseItUp Publishing. Best of luck to you.
Thank you Beverly! So excited! Much appreciation. -)