I want to fly with dragons through the air
Never to die in a vampires lair
Learn to lie with fairies by my side
And forget ‘why’ when with Pan I reside
I want to fight with Nessy one day
Teach that light can be scary, come what may,
Know that I have the might to be the Hero
To show up in white, and kiss the girl by the willow
(I can't rhyme very well, but I like this. I think I'm going to edit this one and turn it in for one of the end of the semester assignments...)
I want to change the world for good, but how?
The world is big and I am very small.
To read, to love, to learn, all vital things,
you have everyday but others don’t.
To read: a skill one needs to thrive today.
Without this simple skill it’s hard to work,
and yet, absurdly, so few can. Now what?
To love: freely, and with no fear of law
Love is love, despite what others think,
and yet, absurdly, we’re not free to love.
To learn: as much as possible, unhindered,
by money, means or law. Accessible by all.
And yet, absurdly, learned degrees are rare.
Three things found lacking in this world, so now
what steps to take to change this world for good?
(an attempt at blank verse)
The naked curves that I slowly trace with my fingers
The sunshine after days of rain and clouds
The kaleidoscope of colors created every fall and spring
(you are beauty)
The ex-lover that still causes the stomach to drop and breath to catch
The want of a hot shower after working hard all day
The inability to count all the stars on a warm summer’s night
(you are longing)
The plan for a road trip make years in advance
The tightly stretch rubber band about to snap
The heart pounding moments right before the curtain rises
(you are anticipation)
The seconds slowly ticking by as I wait, freezing, for the late train
The constant checking of the cell phone
The foot bouncing up and down
(you are impatience)
beauty
longing
anticipation
impatience
You,
are inspiration.
Your eyes say
Take my hand.
Your smile says
Trust me.
And the offered hand?
I dare you.
My fingers brush your palm
and I’m pulled to my feet and spun
around the kitchen
and your tilted grin
makes my stiff steps
awkward spins
and uncertainty
melt away
Then…
There is only
your hand in mine
your head on my shoulder
your lips on my neck
our steps slowly circling
round and round the kitchen
as my eyes close
and I promise
my dancing will get better
I can still feel the pressure of your hand
holding,
caressing,
teasing…
The places your lips fell burn on in
my memory,
my skin,
my thoughts…
I can still smell your oh-so-unique scent on
my pillow,
my clothes,
my skin…
The ghosts of your touch, your lips, your scent
haunt me as I go through my day
twine into my dreams
and shield me from darks
I can still feel my
fingers running through silky hair
teeth grazing your sensitive neck
and legs straddling of your hips
The power we have over each other
chases me through the day
now if only we had the power
to make it to the opportune moment
Close your eyes.
Imagine
the perfect body.
Everything you could ever want in another:
same height, same weight, and all her curves
in all the right places.
Two perfect little handfuls,
tug-able hair and hips I just want to pull close.
I can see my fingers running through her hair,
tracing her lips
to neck
to color bone
to cleavage
to ribs
to hips
to thighs
to knees
to calves
to two cute feet.
I can see the kisses trail I make
back up the way I just came down
(except to course some brief side trips to
secret ‘hot’ spots and trigger points).
I worship this body, love it and
learn it’s sacred bits.
But when I go to kiss her,
all I feel is
you.
Your heart pumping,
body shaking,
panty wetting,
breath taking,
kiss.
confusion
fear
annoyance
fatigue
avoidance
resignation
and so many thoughts
coursing through me
tangling in upon one another
over and over and over and over
what to do?
what to do?
what to do?
I do not know if
My mind
My heart
Or my gut
Is telling me
Warning me
Whispering
That this is a bad idea
If it’s my head...
Then I may be
over-thinking
worrying too much
and ignoring my heart
If it’s my heart...
Then I may be
scared of being hurt again
wary of trusting my heart to another
and unsure of if this is worth the hurt
But if its my gut
then I’m screwed
this is doomed
and I should stop it now
But how in the world
am I supposed to know the
difference!?
