Random Poetry #1

 It's a long day

It's a long day
It's a cold night
It's a sad thing to watch the sun dwindle in the sky
To think about the distance now between you and I


Shape of the World

The world has a shape
A repetition of patterns
And I notice things that have gone missing
Like a tree cut down along the road that I usually take
Like the void in our bed when you aren't there at night


Torches

This torch that I've been burning for you
Has finally gone out
And has left me horribly disfigured
The guttering and the sputtering that endured
These many long years
Fueled by your occasional flirtation
Or misdirected intimation
During a drunken reverie
Burns no more
Leaving me cold in the dark
Waiting for my eyes to adjust


Reckless Beauty

Beautiful.
Because you're beautiful.
You are always beautiful.
Reckless, dangerous beauty
careening through life
like an errant arrow of Cupid,
never hitting home,
just glancing and ricocheting
off of every wandering soul you encounter.
Spreading temporary bliss
like a plague without a cure.
A bliss that grows quickly
and dies soon,
leaving the feeling of something unrealized and dead.
Like an amusement park in winter.
A hint of what could be,
more sorry than nothing at all.


Native Tongue

Speak to me in my native tongue
Brush my cheek with your exotic lips
Promise me a night of revelry and fun
Punctuated by the swaying of your erotic hips


Kiss me in French

Kiss me in French
When the alleys are cobbled
And the moon is a crescent roll
And the Jasmine scent from your hair
Follows us like an armada in open water

Kiss me in French
When the covers can’t mask the cold
And our bodies mingle in the dwindling heat of passion
And life’s fair consists of mac and cheese and peas
So comforting and so bourgeoisie

Kiss me in French
When the war has come to our shores
And the dogs sniff us out amongst the rubble
Of our broken dreams and dinnerware
Shattered like so many hearts in puberty

Kiss me in French
At the closing of the day
When the cicadas drone in to the darkness
And the water is warmer than the air
As we slip out of clothes and into a wet embrace

Kiss me in French




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