i woke up to the voices again
after all that drinking and St-Henri parking
in front of the usual side streets
with bearded hipsters
open door lofts
stolen dreams. Coming out
of Cayenne and Pepper
sexy shoes and leather.
i don’t know what i was
thinking when we had those
shots, those drinks,
wine, and i didn’t smash
into you at the street
corner, looking like
quite the classy whore,
there was some white lace too
enough of it to want to see
underneath. no more questions
about my ass
my poems
just listen to my voices,
or ignore me.
it’s what you do best.
i ran out of cream
have to always catch myself
as I fall. my arms
are comforting
my words free me,
it’s the only way
to breathe from the place
you make it hard to breathe from.
what distance? you’re here,
what time? you’re on it,
what sky? you’re staring at it,
what sex? we did it.
did you have enough of me?
trust me, i know,
i have had just about enough
of myself too. i can’t blame you
for leaving me, i wanted it,
it’s my island
i want to be alone
on it.
A conversation that stirs the heart.
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and the soul 🙂
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Absolutely! 🙂
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we agree
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Yes! 🙂 you write in a way that is so gripping. Your words are very hard to let go of.
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That’s my best compliment! Thank you❤️
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You are welcome 🙂
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I saw the tag paranormal. I’ll be honest, I haven’t read Any bogs of late. But I am now writing (&reading) again & ur poems made me stop & I read the whole thing. I liked it. Reminds me of a younger me. But! Is there anything paranormal about this poem? If so plz explain, if not, could u plz give an ex or 2 or ur paranormal work? That u hve posted? Thank you, and please keep writing…u help ME to write better. 😊❤️
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Hi, that tag is for my book. click on Crush on my menu bar and you could order my book if you like paranormal romance 🙂 thank you for your kind words!
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Will do! Thank u.
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https://superduque777.wordpress.com/2015/05/22/a-un-arbol/
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A sweet and disturbing rouse at tainted love and self-destruction. Love can be such a train wreck.
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It certainly can be it all. 🙂 thank you.
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Haunting.
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Thank you!
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This spoke to me like a past lover
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amazing, then my job is done. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Christina Strigas.
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