Poetry

Response

What will you do
To illicit a proper #response?
Shall you honey the tongue
With sweet, sugared words?
Might you excavate every curve
Dusted over by the past?
Will you lie your head between my thighs
Listen to my pulse where you did not know it could be heard?
Could you be you with just me?


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Poetry

Ironic

Edging toward the edge of feeling
Ceasing to be a being
Slowly dying
All energy exerted
In brightness for the masses
Hoping for the hopeless
Resplendent idol
Stone soul
Cracked
The leprous and withered abyss calls
Fallacy, and yet, a symphony
I think I’ll jump, sleep

Poetry

Last Dance

How dare you waltz back into my space
My heart is closed
No tenets
No reentry
Still, I’ll slow dance with you
Let you touch me wherever you please
Dark poetry culminates in a brief relapse of you, my drug
This is our last song, final death
Twirl me, properly, please

Poetry

Invisible woman

Invisible woman meandering crowded streets unnoticed
The noise
Maddening
Lost in a society void of intimacy
White elephant
Devalued by rarity
My heart will toil no more
I allow it to atrophy with all other muscle, feeling, emotion
Silence walking

Poetry

Happy Death

I wax poetic
Subconscious lyric thoughts
Verbose
Entropic
Set fire to paper
Too black for song

You wax idiotic
An ironic masterpiece
Ridiculous
Cunning
Slices the veins
I laid out for you

My words hit your jugular
We hold each other
Bleed into a singular entity
Too stupid for each other

It’s quiet

Poetry

Love and Robots

Passion
Once envied
Now, forgotten
Paradise, lost
You move within me
I moan in time
Yet, in our gaze, nothing
I turn from you
The garish light
Complete the deed
Sated, but dissatisfied
Robots, we’ve become
Algorithms executed methodically
Love in code
Therefore, nonexistent
Not yet self-aware
The moment you cease
To see ones and zeros
See me
Error
Not logical
Run

Poetry

Ill-timed Serendipity

Stepping in from the rain
Into a sad café
Cold, wet, uncaring

‘Til I catch a you in the periphery
Feel your presence
Instantaneous knowing

Salacious vibes caress me
Climb up my arms to my neck
Blood beats in my ears
Lascivious fantasies brew

A glance from you
Lust starts
A serendipitous encounter
Microseconds that feel like a lifetime

I feel secure in this moment
Perhaps I’ve always known you
Just maybe, you want to know me

Amidst the reverie
An impersonal ma’am summoned
I’m next in line

Time for coffee
Not dreams

Poetry

White Iris

Shards of my heart dissipate into dust and blow away on the wind

Who will pierce this hard exterior, perfectly sculpted stone, carved by charms and lies?

A beautifully posed work of art, unmoving, loneliness captured

The white iris longing to be held

Poetry

Hope

The empath sees beyond the faux facade of practice

The slightest touch reveals my broken body, my shredded soul, my irreparable heart

Yet, there’s peace in your smile, music in your laugh, a twinkle in your eye

Perhaps some hope can grow in the same place it once died

Poetry

Tenuous

Tenuous at first, but our attraction has become a burning flame

Quell my rampant rage with a soft touch

Replace my yearning ache with a memorable, sore one

I still feel your bite and burn inside of me

Oh, how you quench my thirst
My life giver