This Weekend

Have you not loved me this long weekend?
Though you've touched such things as my love for you.
The tender kisses felt from such a friend
Do not speak love with words held to be true.
But you repeated love over and over again,
And held my heart in your rough, gorgeous lips.
Your eyes told stories of how you had been,
As how you'd changed ran paths along my hips.
Now, here I lie, feeling those paths still there;
Feeling how my lips tingle missing yours.
Placing your face into my vacant stare.
Remembering the way your soft skin lures.
You loved me so long, so honest, so true.
Proved to me by the you that is not you.

extraction.

Smokey breath tantalizing its way down my throat,

Filling my lungs; fingering my heart.

You filling me and extracting my heart

As you held me between our hands

caressing my thumb and what you call a beautiful face-

You love me, your eyes; I extract yours, too...

In each other's hands,

Your sweat coating my quivering lips.

And I watched you watch me leave.

My One Winged Angel

My boyfriend wrote this poem for me, and I thought others should see it.

She's a beautiful one winged angel
she watches over his heart because no one else cares
i doubt he'd make it through life without her
he needs her as much as she needs him
the first time they met he thought his heart would explode as he looked upon the beautiful little ray of light standing in front of him
he was the happiest he had ever been in his life being with that beautiful one winged angel he had found
they never wanted it to end but fate had decided to keep them apart for awhile
he hated not being able to see her but he's still holding on to his beautiful one winged angel

mommy dearest.

i don't want you at all she says

but her buries himself deep inside her, not even fucking wet

because she lets him, because she loves him, because she wants him happy

but he can't feel one damn thing

i don't want you at all she says

rubbing the hint of belly she has with that damn mistake

a damn mistake, one fucking condom break, just cause he wanted to feel

and she can't say no

i don't want you at all he says

and he punches her in the stomach, screaming at them both

he doesn't want her or that fucking pleasure child, he didn't even enjoy her enough

but she can't feel one damn thing

i don't want you at all she says

looking at his beautiful bastard child from one mistake of a night

cooing in her arms and loving her sad excuse of a mother, a child herself

and that baby girl can feel everything

I Waited

Mind playing with thoughts of strength

The suitcase beneath me scratching gravel

Blue lace panties slightly hang out

I search for that blue in the shadow

Where’s that shadow you promised me

Where’s the sound of tires on gravel

Where’s your laugh and crooked smile

Where’s the last warm embrace

The sky rumbles, drops water on my shoulder

Daddy yells out the window we’ve gotta go

I pull my seat and throw it in the trunk

The hinge clicks and I hold my quiet sobs

I make excuses and she holds me like you should

Choking out, “maybe he got busy” and she hushes me

My head falling on her shoulder and wetting her hair

Mind playing with thoughts of strength; I waited

Heavy Glow

There was hair on your pretty chin

Your face looked like mine...touch

Held me close, your baby girl

Whisper of "I love you"...much

There was light in the sky in April

A heavy glow in your hair...brown

Your eyes illustrate love in a twinge

A heavy fall of your lips...down

There was strawberry shake on your hand

Your pink cheeks held the sun...giggle

Bouncing curls in my face, on my lips

A tiny wet kiss on my nose...wiggle

There was a warmth in your hands

Holding me close to your body...sigh

My name made pleasant upon my cheek

The warm hand falls on my face...cry

There was a smile on soft lips

A laugh completely goofy...sweet

His touch gentle in a sultry way

Come on baby, feel it...heat

Heavy glow in brown eyes...I am loved

Heavy glow in your hair...my love

Heavy glow on your cheek...my baby

Heavy glow in your hands...my rock

Heavy glow in your laugh...maybe?

Separated By A Comma

She knew he wasn't cowboy hats and Wrangler ass

He was from the desert hot, breathing deathly dry

Lassoing white collar dollars into a blue collar wallet

Herding sunshine and hot pavement into an October wind

The only thing that would make it cool

Arizona he was

He knew she wasn’t Dior perfume and hairspray curls

Her skin fell winter snow, chilled to a pale perfection

She wore two books a day on her nose to make ends meet

Collecting dew covered dandelions by the armfuls to breathe

The only thing that would grant a wish

Tennessee she was

She knew he was a hot mess half the time or better

Intuition ticking too fast to tell the time, but keeping her heart in hours

Reading the bold face type like a crystal bowling ball…..strike after strike

Hoping like hell he is in time to diffuse any confusion

For want of attention he climbed mountains mining diamonds and gold

Emotional he was

He knew she was ten shades of pathetic, an art

Heart beating steadfast to the sound of beauty in word form

Putting out feelers for any space in his emotional cover

Counting in hundreds the amount of problems of loving him

For jumping cliffs and swimming oceans wasn't enough to love him

Pathetic she was

Her pen greased with the blood of a young heart pumping old soul thoughts

Flowed smoothly and lucidly in loops and lines, a beautiful hand

Spelling her wants and desires in spreading pools, concentric circles

Ripples that never die but grow into tsunamis of emotion

Showing others what it is like to feel, address, express, deeply

A writer she was

His words out stood her beauty by a thousand times, black script perfection

Like it or not, you were going to feel, magnified to the Nth degree

He can write you cold, hot, beautiful or ugly; you are his toy as his muse

If you didn’t crave him at the start, you would by the perfectly written ending

Tongue craving his wit and naughtiness, heart keeping time with the sweet words

A genius he was