A picture tells a thousand words
up close a real human face obscures,
Hides the truth of what is on the tip of its tongue.
Disapproval met by vibes in thrumb .
Pledged to one other
stand with an umbrella ready- for when in need of cover.
Sometimes dripping in regret is
the only way to salvage how we love and why we forget.
tempers threaded with dynamite.
Will of one -stubborn as a carnal idol fight.
sweet words passed along fingertips
pattern swirls over your lover’s body – a pulse – blood rush, skin on skin
not a touch that is fleeting.
Prolong the ecstasy. Uncode the quest in me.
Moths flutter to the nearst light of anxiety.
Love me – hate me – accept I am my gracioust deed.
Trust , how much I am in need.
Drive love away with a belligerent fiaxtion of desire.
arousal and connection fused to spark up the dopamine wire.
Explosions of division. Sweet kisses, bites to the neck -won’t go unhidden.
Pain is pleasure -without one the other can’t exsist,
One lover looks to the West
the other lover to the East.
dichtomy driven by a modern day beast.
Will we grow?
Will I become the mother who knows how to sew?
Sounds elementary, I know.
Cook from scratch.
Laugh at my attempts to create another botched up cookie batch?
sentiment is arousing.
stimulants keep the thought from dousing.
I never want to hurt you yet I hurt me and have no idea how to grasp a different intellect.
Too many have raided and pillaged me. Today I stand, remembered by one otherwise a forgotten derelict.
Posted on Mar 11, 2017, in POETRY, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Emotions, motherhood, poems, POETRY, Stream of consciousness, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION. Bookmark the permalink. 24 Comments.