Lover’s Afternoon

7 January 2011

Sitting, content in a lazy afternoon

Watching a movie

No longer thinking, her mind at ease

Just lay in his arms, peaceful.


Soft kisses make flee the mind

Scratches make the knees buckle

Goodbye’s prompt loving words

And sweet words tempt blushes entrance

Listen to his heartbeat flutter and drum

Strong and safe and catching your fall.


Unfaithful Broken Heart

7 January 2011

Well, heart, I see you

This picture prompts the memories

Swift, hard, so I fell and loved it

That free-fall when you whispered in my ear

“He feels right, go and have him.”

I took that chance because you pulled me

And what a twisted journey it was.

He loved me, that’s so plain to see

But he didn’t love me enough to see

Exactly what he did

What his actions brought on my heart

You tore, I felt it, hated it

But couldn’t let him go yet

And so, I let it go on.

Too many times

You got torn, beat up, just crushed

And depression set it.

Life wasn’t a many-splendored thing

Beauty . . . I couldn’t see it

So, I ended the toxic thing

That which I could not handle

How many times he had hurt me

Hurt you, my heart, companion

But, I still was bound to him

Then, I hurt him once, rejected

The end brought resentment

I tried

I tried hard

To forget, to move, to not know or think

It didn’t work

I couldn’t erase him, couldn’t forget

I had to try, once, at the very least

To reset the balance we had

It was twisted

A million to one,

But the one, that hurt me more

More than any of his million

My One.

Still bound

Still there, ever close to my mind

It was a necessity, but

You can’t see that

We both know, this quasi-secret

He’ll always be on that pedestal

He’ll always carry your love

My love, too.

There’s no reason


Just maybe

The image of who he was

The dream, the one,

Who felt so right.


7 January 2011



How could you believe you weren’t?

His eyes betray you

Capture your better sense

Unwind everything you know



Don’t you see it’s just obligation?

It’s not a choice, no longer his voice

He’s just going through the motions

Just so you’ll not feel unloved

He thinks, feels, he ought to,

That’s all

Your “love” is just a burden

A curse


Something unwanted

Rainy Day Magic

7 January 2011

The rain is soothing, nerves relaxing under its calm ministrations

Soft patterings on the rooftop, gleaming, slick, cover the streets

Everything glows, smells new, the comfort washes over you

Jangled nerves smooth out, like a warm fire, a treat

Everyday noise is lessened by the water dropping down

Softened, everything, just wrapped in a blanket, soothed

Slow racing down windows, spatters of water everywhere

Nothing is left untouched by the magic, nothing unmoved

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