I planted
this garden
with you
in mind
It’s
in
bloom
but you’re gone now.
They’re dizzying
and beautiful
like you
tYhOeUy
make my head spin
t-Y-h-O-e-U-y
Play with my heart.
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I like it when you play with my hair
play with my mind. play with my heart.
make me feel beautiful while my
skin is still soft. eyes are still bright.
hips are still round.
I like it when you kiss me right there.
kiss me all over. play with my hair
Make me feel wanted when my
heart is still young. mind is still
soft. needs are still shallow.
I like it when you touch my face
and feel my lips with your tongue
with your cheeks. with your breath.
Make me feel sexy when I’m having a
bad day. when I trip and fall.
when you look at me that way.
Written Thursday, 8.8.02.
***
This poem is in another post, Fun it is to be loved.
…gether or apar…
Reality is subjective
;
whatever realm we’re in
–together or apart–
I want to be with you.
Silly-nosed kisses.
Perhaps it was a dream.
.
?
.
The stolen misses,
the dozens and trillions
of frequently billions .
– of silly-nosed kisses.
.
And what about it?
What about all of the tummy tingles?
.
The razor-sharp, marshmallowy,
discomforting image
.
of our heads .
– sharing warm
fluffy pillows.
.
.
(Written March 7, 2117.)
On the facade of my heart.
I packed up your things
and put them in boxes
except for the green truck
the one you said,
“This was my favorite toy.
I’ve had this forever,
but I don’t know where it can from.”
I kept it
and put it in the wall;
in the #brickwall outside my room
and on the facade of my heart.
The way the flowers glowed.
It was a dream
It was –
everything.
I should’ve known
by the color of the grass;
the way the flowers glowed.
The season of you.
:: everything’s in bloom – when you’re in the room ::