Beating heart
trembling fingers
voices argue in his head;
he shivers quietly.
Dancing thoughts,
self-indulgence.
No escape
until sunrise.
Category: Poetry
Slowly Sip
I kiss her neck,
turn her cheek
a faint shade of red.
She drinks
to my emotions;
pours another glass.
Past my glossy blue eyes,
she licks her lips;
tastes alcohol on her tongue.
I’ll sit, enamor her buzzed beauty,
until she needs me later
dazed and confused,
in need of a hand to hold home.
Bleed
Bleeding red
in between lines of blue;
the words I never spoke,
always written.
Sitting silent
spilling
intimate thoughts in cursive.
Keep my secrets close,
never share a word,
tell a soul; let me bleed.
Here with you.
Here in couplets and verses.
Seasons
Sway by the shore,
along the shoreline.
Watch the stars with me.
Weather the storm
in the blinded winter night.
Shiver close to me.
Grow among the
new, spring-red roses.
Bloom next to me.
Change your colors
in the crisp early evening.
Fall next to me.
Dream(h)er
At night
I dream her.
I dream her to life.
Sundress flowing white;
her eyes bright,
yellow flower in her parted hair.
A dreamer,
I dream her.
I dream her to life
Watercolor
Soul
Holes in her leggings
tangled blonde hair
color-worn finger nails
pale-white skin.
A torn body,
beautiful soul.
Blue-Grey Iris
If she only knew how beautiful she looks;
how her grey-blue eyes turn different shades
of blue as tears drip down her face.
As much as I want to help,
I can’t comfort her;
I’m selfish. I can’t stand to see
her eyes turn back into a normal shade of gray.
I need her to cry, so I can
write words about her from a distance;
personify her beauty at her darkest moment.
I love to watch her eyes
speak of emotion through color.
Damn, I love her when she cries.
Sway
The way her off-white dress bottom dances
in a windstorm freezes my pass-by.
Both wind and her dress agree to hold hands.
They intertwine at different speeds,
exchange dips on the dance floor,
toss, turn, swirl around to the rhythm,
up until the wind passes on through;
the storm passes, sun peeks out, the next song resumes
her dress dances no more. My day goes back to ordinary.
Body Paint
I dip my finger into a coat of light blue,
color you like an April spring sky;
kiss your cheeks softly, turn them into
a faint shade of pink, the same
shaded color on your lips.
Following the curves of your body
down to the floor, I slowly stroke
a color of red-orange
before we finish, I sit back and stare
at my artwork. I wash my canvas off in water,
watch the running colors puddle beneath you
as I admire your untouched immaculate beauty
Caged
Worn on sleeves,
exposed to hurt,
told to never give away.
Through pain
it beats;
through love,
it beats.
Torn,
broken,
ripped.
It never misses rhythm,
sheds a tear,
or finds a reason
to beat no more
She Goes
She dresses in see-through.
She’s opaque and clarity, fiction and reality;
she’s perfection.
She would never look my way.
She knows my flaws; I know she knows.
I can’t compliment her the way she deserves it.
I best express my spoken words
in creative, nonsensical poetry.
Before she walks away,
maybe I’ll keep my
ten seconds of doubt
I’ll approach her,
tell her she’s beautiful,
grab her by the hand,
put my finger on her lips
before she can respond.
All before she goes,
I go, and my illusory mind
wanders off, again.
Salivate
Build up an appetite
and crave for me, my words.
Salivate at the mouth,
let your taste buds lust for them.
Slowly pick apart
each metaphor, emotion, piece of
punctuation, and chose your favorite;
put my words on your plate.
Tilt back your head, mix in saliva,
keep them moist, give them flavor,
and swallow them.
Let my letters mix flow down your esophagus,
some won’t go down smooth, edges are sharp.
Once they reach the stomach, bask in their flavor;
appreciate my words from the inside and out.
Crave, want,
swallow
my words.
Tremble
Softly glide your fingers
along my skin
and feel my open pores
aching for your
touch, lips, and
skin against mine.
Let me taste your perfume
through sense, and hear your body
move through motion.
Keep me close; I shiver no more.
Touch me, so I tremble.
Sinner
Her lips taste of sin
roaming for another
stranger to poison.
Tangled sheets,
smeared
dark purple lipstick
dirty white sheets;
an after-taste of seduction
and alcohol lingers
on her wandering tongue.
A born sinner;
an honest woman
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