Rain, Vapor and Rose Pedals
March 28, 2013
I caught a cab from 1st and everywhere,
drove around the city, head out the window, wind in my hair.
I was looking for you.
Lips pouting, ready rouge and black sheer.
*
How many ways do I need to tell you,
or better yet no,
I’ll show you.
*
You’ve awoken the lioness.
I was sleeping,
panting heavy,
slow and rolling;
ready to be awake.
*
And then,
I was upside down.
Feeling the red leak, one drip drop to the tip of my brain
pushing against eyes, as I smiled and pretended to be sane.
*
It’s like being shot in the heart and loving, no needing the taste.
It’s walking alone in the dark while twisting and winding your waist.
And all I see,
are visions,
of you.
*
How about,
I’ll show you,
I’ll tell you,
no matter how.
*
I’ll show you,
I’ll tell you,
right now.
*
I bought a pair of silk stalkings
hoping they would speak to you;
They were black lace, see-through.
I slid them up my leg and well,
the rest was in my head.
I took the candles to bed and let the wax tilt and play
and my skin, well, it was red and warm the next day.
*
In all my millenniums, if there’s any time to look into my eyes
it’s right now.
No coy, only candid.
Can you see yourself in them?
Splendid.
A sculptor slaving over swallow happy skin.
And me, holding all my giggles in the corners of my grin.
*
And note,
that this omission,
is for you,
and only you.
*
I only want to open my arms to
the one who can truly grasp
the point,
to all,
of this.
But do tell me,
do you wonder how I kiss?
*
I’m constantly pouring myself over roses,
redefining the color of steam,
hoping to be unmasked, and then finally,
seen.
*
See I was porcelain,
stuck in one position;
until your hands,
They thawed me out.
*
I’m like a bee playing with a cat
“here kitty kitty,
But don’t by fooled by size, my bite sings,
deeply deeply.
*
And while looking for you,
you better find me soon.
Because frankly,
my darling,
life is quite boring without the bloom.
*
See, you’re like honey clinging to it’s bottle
lecherous, halting and light.
But one day, suddenly
you’ll be weighted with the desire to reach the tongue,
with all your might.
And well,
I might yawn
and even possibly,
be
long
gone.
*
Although I must say,
weighted in me, is so much of you.
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You’ve been nominated.
http://dlightfullpoetry.wordpress.com/2013/03/26/inspiring-blogger-award/
Thank you so much D-Lightfull!:)
My pleasure