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I Made My BedIt's time to accept
my lot,

to let go of my
self-delusions,

rose-colored
pipe dreams.

I must let go.

Let my dreams
go their way

as I go mine.
forgive and forgethe begged
her forgiveness

and she promised
to give it

as soon as
she forgot

his name
a fine endyou found
a new woman
before even
our bed
went cold

now you
want me to
disappear
quietly into
the woodwork

but like a hard
death,
some of us
don’t fade
so easy
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
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
upbringingwe interpret each
other’s silence as
disaffection

unaware that
we’ve both been
taught not to
speak until
spoken
to
tapped outtheir house of
 cards falls

folding under the
  weight of fireless
      diamonds

in a place where
 hearts are no
   longer

     wild
WakenI found you

uncultured
uncouth
impolite

until you took me
into your hands
without apology

and taught me
that it was I
in need of
learning.
ThirstThrough interminable nights,
I dreamed, visions that boiled away,
leaving in their wake a raging rapacity
that could not be quenched.

Then you came.

Like rushing waters across
barren plains, riverbeds swelling
with the coming of spring,
you covered me,

sliding deeply into arid cracks,
reclaiming lost ground, smoothing
out the roughness of that
long, hot summer.

And you linger still,

so I will drink you
like margaritas on a warm night
until I’m so filled with you that
I can hold
    no more.
trust you’re afraid to
 believe in me

but I’m not
 like the others

 I’m not a promise
tied to a tumbleweed

 but a weighted word
     that will stay

    where it’s
       dropped
StillI once mourned
the loss of my heart,
the stillness into
which it fell,

but I suppose it’s
for the best,

for were it to
start beating again
now,

I would surely
 bleed out
   like a
     slaughtered
       animal.
tomorrowI love you

but with
 or without you
   the sun will rise

I will breathe
  the sweet air
    of morning

and I will know
   love
     again
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
driftonce, I believed
I could do anything,
bend life to
my will

but years heavy
with regret
have taught me
otherwise

so I will put
down my oars,
lie back in
my boat

and go where
the tides will
take me
distantwhen I envision
my funeral

my skin forever
flushed above
sedate blue cotton

resting on the white
silk lining of my
cherry coffin

I imagine you
slipping in and

sitting on the
back row

blending in
with the plain
brown pews

your eyes dark,
unrevealing

always approaching,
never to arrive
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buff

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I’ll wear
  nothing
to bed

      (yes,
         nothing)
   
    but my
favorite
     perfume

   a spritz
(here)

    a dab
         (there)

   then I’ll
give you
      all night
   to try

     (please,
             try)

          to
       disrobe
            me

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~Rivaleka Jul 12, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
So damned CLEVER! =D Can you tell I am looming about my favorites while I find myself clicking on the ones of yours? lol! :heart:
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~Rivaleka Mar 27, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh I love this one... Instant favorite...!
So simple yet complicated... ;)
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~Blueskye27 Mar 31, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks! I haven't had many people pick up on the double meaning of buff... :aww:
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~orlaindreas Jan 14, 2009
Love the structure.
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~Blueskye27 Jan 14, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks.
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~ColonelFitz Jan 10, 2009
Simply lovely. :)
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~Blueskye27 Jan 10, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, sweet. :hug:
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!tamabald Jan 9, 2009
i must admit i'm not really into erotic poetry, but this one truly amazed me my friend! :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap:
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~Blueskye27 Jan 9, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
I love being amazing! :aww:
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*That-Krimzon-Stain Jan 8, 2009  Professional Writer
*falls over* :faint:
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