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zenithI’m too
old to
dream of
forever

all I want
now
is you

one day
at a
time
rawtake back
your pretty love
words

tuck them
under your
tongue

kiss me
until my lips bloom
with bruises

scrape me raw
with your
blistering skin

and scratch
this itch until
it bleeds
unadulteratedi thought i wanted honesty
(until you gave it to me)

then i realized that truth
(the real unvarnished kind)
is all sharp edges like samurai
      swords and whet-stoned
              knives

the cuts are clean
    (but, god, they’re deep)

so the next time i
  desire naked truth

sheath your righteous tongue

soften, whitewash, equivocate

and when i ask if you love me
 (and you say yes)

i can pretend a little longer

       that it’s true
inflamedour bodies
writhed in
a month-long
wet dream

from which
we awoke

suddenly

and with
regret
crashonce, happiness
was as simple
as silver dangles
on french wires
and frosted pink
lipstick

then he came

with dark hair
and darker smiles,
his bright blue eyes
lit up when
I walked in
a room

and happiness
became complicated

the nights...

oh, the things
we did in the
dark

(the light of
day would have blushed
had it seen)

we swallowed each
other whole like
bottles of bad
medicine, the kind
that makes fools
jump off buildings
trying to fly

but we were greedy,
gorging on each
other until we
could hold
no more

happiness
left with him

now I dream
again

of happiness as simple
as silver dangles
on french wires
sugar is for suckersthey always tell her
she’s a sweet woman

let her melt slowly like
sugar cubes on their tongues
until she disappears

a sweet confection
soon consumed

before they move
on to other
refreshment

but she’s finally learned

the next man will find
her so sour that his lips will pucker
when they touch her skin

like a child with a green
apple lollipop

his mouth will curl into
readiness for kisses so bitter
with salt and gall

that he will find
himself unable

to resist
pallbearerhe does a lot of funerals

a necessary sign of respect

going through the motions
of grief, a stoic pillar
of respectability

he wonders with disdain
why I don’t attend
unable to comprehend that
I loved the dead (and showed it)

while they were

still living
forgive and forgethe begged
her forgiveness

and she promised
to give it

as soon as
she forgot

his name
a town in oklahomaa tornado ripped us in half last night

   eight of us dead, thirty missing
(all that means is they
      haven’t found the bodies yet)

            volunteers and dogs search the rubble
               of what were homes yesterday

       today, nothing’s left but
   mud-splattered pieces of which little
will be salvaged except by the looters

  when those we love die, one can
  
upbringingwe interpret each
other’s silence as
disaffection

unaware that
we’ve both been
taught not to
speak until
spoken
to
vacantthey both
so feared

goodbye

they never
said

hello

so they lived out
the long years

alone

and died in
their beds

still
  still
     still

dreaming

of each
other
twilightI, too, once
blossomed
in the green
freshness
of spring

my flesh as
firm and sweet
as a ripe fig
between
sure teeth

but long days
of sameness
have curled
unnoticed
into years

and the dried
parchment of
my youth
yellows into
dust

as I bow
my head in defeat
before the
setting
sun
Why Am I Here?a standard prompt
for a writing sample
the first week of
a college semester

I’ve used it many
times to help amateur
essayists get
words on paper

yet as I watch my
new students
diligently list the reasons
they’ve come back
to school

I ponder the
question with new eyes
and realize that

I don’t know

the answer
unhinderedwhen I met you,
I raised my barriers,
shored up my defenses,
tended the fences
that protect
me

but you passed
through all of my walls
as easily as wind
through open
windows

and kissed me

now
I’m yours

forever
dissemblerwhen you say
you don’t need
anyone

you’re a liar

(we all need
  someone)

what you
really mean
is that you

don’t need

  me
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Fitting

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I tried to tell him
      I was leaving

           (again).

But I couldn’t
      find the words

           (again).

So I’ll stay here
      and eat my

        just desserts

          (again).

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~grimjac May 15, 2009
I thought all you buk poets thought words were overated?
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~LoveInfernal Mar 6, 2009
ahh been there done that one.....i've gotten fat off *just desserts* LOL
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~Blueskye27 Mar 9, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah, me, too...
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~prozacluver Feb 22, 2009
Dang that was powerful...
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~Blueskye27 Feb 22, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you. :hug:
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~femluc Feb 21, 2009
is curious that today I tried to tell him that I go away, just I tried :(, and is irony you say some of my feelings in this few lines amazing your poetry as always :hug:
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~Blueskye27 Feb 21, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
I'm sorry, Lucero. I know how that feels. :(

I hope you're okay. :hug:
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=1001G Feb 19, 2009
That first step is the hardest .....much love to you.....:blowkiss:
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~Blueskye27 Feb 19, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
I'm finding that out, but I did finally take that step. Now I just have to carry through... Thanks, Edie. :hug:
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=1001G Feb 19, 2009
i noted you on this cindy
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