The little things

She delights in the little things during her brief respite

Between academic courses and arduous hours of work

 

Like cream dispersing into coffee, swirling, marbled

And letting her body wake, not to the sound of an alarm

 

Folding laundry, warm and heady from the dryer

Late night interludes with her loud mouth cat

 

Fixing dinner for herself, crafting, creating and dining

The quiet laughter of a group of friends, together and apart

 

She loves the feeling of her extended showers,  steamed perfection

And the pages of silken books that slip through her fingers

 

There’s the tender kiss of her boyfriend’s mouth to her’s

As well as his sleeping search for her, to cuddle, to hold

 

She delights in the little things during her brief respite

Between academic courses and arduous hours of work

random sexy poem

Pushed against the wall

Brick digging into shoulder blades

Pull my hair, light my fire

But be warned

I’m not the only one

Who is going to get Burned

 

Follow me down the path

Where roses bleed heat

And ivory skin is scarred by thorns

Moans and groans scent the air

The perfume of desire

Has never smelled so sweet

 

Now don’t turn me away

Or I’ll shackle those thoughts

Unburden that mouth

Until you achieve pliancy

Melting, morphing

Into this stunning nymph

 

Mine

Things to be looking forward to (a list poem)

  • the summer, that sunlight, the freedom
  • Firefly, the music festival
  • Seeing those two boys who bring joy to my life
  • No more work to plague me, to keep me up
  • Friends all in one place
  • Late nights with the boy, punctuated by kisses
  • Driving no where, any where
  • Paying jobs to lift my excpeptionally underweight bank account
  • days dedicated to swimming in the pool
  • Sun burns, beach trips, swim suits
  • Summer time

Wondering

She sits in the corner of the coffee shop

Fingers tapping against matte black keys

She wears kiten heels with little black bows

And sips at a pale cup of creamy coffee

 

The liquid that falls between her lips

Distracts him from a conversation, turning

focusing his attention on the girl with the

Blue dress and even bluer eyes

 

He wonders if the gloss on her lips would be sticky

When he presses his mouth against hers, or if

the pink peach color would imprint on his lips

Letting the world know that he had kissed her

 

Is she wearing stocking with that dress?  Or is

All the silky skin of legs on display for everyone to see?

would goosebumps appear on that skin,

When his hand slid from ankle to calf to thigh?

 

Shaking his head, ridding thoughts of this girl

He grabs his own coffee order and disperses quickly from the shop

As so he does not act on this fantasy

Or even bother to ask for her name.

Inadequecy

It is the nagging fear at the back of your head

The one tells you that you aren’t good enough

The one that demands so much

But you cannot live up to it

 

Is this enough?  Why can’t I do?

Why don’t I get this?  Is there something wrong with me?

What can I do to be amazing?

What if I can’t do it?

 

(Having an ehh kind of day where my head hurts and I feel like I can’t seem to do stuff)

Swing Forward, Swing Back

One moment I am angry

Red tinted vision and grunted monosyllables

Anti social and vivid words, harsh

Abrasive against the soft ache of exhaustion

 

(Up

Down

Back

Forth)

 

Sleep begs at the corners of my mouth

As the desire to mingle among the cotton sheets

And lay my head on such plush pillows

Just to sleep and dream and forget about my troubles

 

(Up

Down

Back

Forth)

 

The, as suddenly as it was there

The tiredness is gone, warmth and ease replacing anguish

Smiles, chuckles, giggles, and good cheer all around

Dizzy, I’m spinning from the recoil

 

(Up

Down

Back

Forth)

 

I swing, momentum creating circles

Dizzying, drugged by hormones, emotions, stress, elation

I just want my swing to still

But I cannot, I cannot stop this swing

 

(Up

Down

Back

Forth)

A Certain lullaby

Like a familiar tune, it comes in waves

peaceful, perfect, sleep inducing

 

The semi silent whir of oscillating blades

Starts that melody of my certain lullaby

 

Rustling of cotton sheets against the freshly cleaned skin

Permeates the whisper of the mechanical AC from down the hall

 

Turning pages, careless pillow fluffs, and kicks thudding against a downy comforter

bring a strange cadence that weighs heavily on my drooping eye lids

 

Finally that warm body curls closer to mine and that steady heart beat

Is what finally lulls me under in this certain sleepy lullaby.

She Is

She is the girl who does laundry late at night

And stays up even later so that he has folded pants, and clean socks

 

She is the girl who sleepily begs for another kiss, another hug

Before he leaves for work, before she succumbs to another hour of sleep

 

She is the girl who greets him with a smile and warmth at the door

Despite his grouchy post work demeanor and growling stomach

 

She is the girl who rages at those who do her wrong and who offend her

Yet he knows it’s rage for good things, not for bad

 

She is the girl who helps out those in need, especially when it’s an emergency

He’ll always find her taking someone to an emergency room or brushing their hair

 

She is the girl who talks, chatters away to fill the silence when she feels awkward

But she does it because she has no idea what else to do when she worries

 

She is the girl who has spark in her eyes and fire in her lips

Playing, teasing, tormenting, testing, giving, taking, completing, loving

 

Most of all she is the girl who loves as much, no, more than anyone he’s known.

She is the girl he loves, for every thing she is

Cuddling: a syllabic poem

Night

Falls in

Slow, even

Sheets while you

Then I shower, clean

I accompany you

In sheets that are soft and warm

Once there, I squirm and you hold me.

In your arms, I feel safe and at peace

You wash away my worries with a kiss

While you press me closer to your heart

Beating, soothing, lulling, as my

Eyes close and I drift off to

the land of nod where dreams

are full of sunshine

and my heart is

full of love

and you

are

full of

me