Three new Poems

I don’t regret it;

the only reason I could

would be if I lost you…

Not going to let that happen.

Time will do it soon enough,

I’m in no mood for

rushing

that

awful

master

When it comes to

you and I,

neither am I

That master will

soon

take you from me.

You will leave,

to join one group

or an other.

And I-

well I will still be here,

or maybe

here-but-not-here,

in a distant place,

where hopefully

your

ghost

won’t

follow

If the master

doesn’t take you,

then the Lady will.

You’re scared

of repeating

mistakes and so

(as I welcome her

with open arms)

she will chase you

away

sooner

or

later

And the Lover doesn’t like you

And yet is blinded by your

charm,

grin and

caring eyes

but once

immune you

will be exiled

maybe

(hopefully)

forgotten.

Only to be thought of

on quite days filled with

“what if?”

“who knows?”

and brief smiles

So,

the eternal question

begs an answer…

Why do I

care about the

Master

or the

Lady

or the

Lover?

~~~

Talking to you is a bad thing

This is me.

I know better

than to do bad things.

I read up on, think about and plan,

before even looking at a possible leap.

And yet here I am,

talking to you,

because I did something

without

looking

at

all

When we talk

I get confused

and despair.

Why

is it so simple to talk to,

so easy to lean on,

so effortless to want to help

you?

Why can’t I just see a friend?

When that’s

what we both

desperately

need now

nothing

more

and

nothing

less.

And then…

you grin,

and all I can think about is

sugarcoatedelectricitykisses

and if

anything

you read in

young adult lit is

true.

Heart pumping,

legs shaking,

hair tugging

kisses

but…

(of course)

there is this hitch,

a small,

little-

who am I kidding ?

very

big

problem

in the way…

Thinking about

sex with you

just gives me the

heebie-jeebies.

I shiver, and groan

and get the urge to

shake

when I think

too much.

Now, it’s not just you,

it’s the whole male population,

but still…

you

(with your lightingsugarkisses)

are part of that.

So

while I sit

and think about

a possible (maybe)

youandme,

I never

get past kisses.

Can barely think of

kisses because

kisses

lead

to

other

things

and those could

ruin

this already awkward

friendship even faster than

talking

can…

and yet I talk to you

clinging to friendship

I pray will be there

when this is all done

~~~~

Faces

So many cute faces,

coming from

this

way

and

that.

Faces with scruffy five o-clock

shadows and bright eyes.

Or bodies with two perfect handfuls…

and short hair you just want to

tug

and

pull

this

way

and

that.

There are perfect

and not-so-perfect

bodies that lead to

bits

that

just

squick

me.

And then bodies

with curves in all

the right places and

secrets

hidden

in

folds.

Wary of being ‘icked’

I can’t let my eyes

wander too far

past

the

scruffy

faces,

but the faces with the

short, tug-able hair,

and bodies with

two

perfect

handfuls?

Oh,

eyes

wander

and

thoughts

wonder