And Again And Again

June 01, 2011 / 12:42 pm

For all my decadent (delicious) descents
Into delicately wrapped (rites) wrongs,
For all the times I savor
Single, simple sighs and for all
My many mingles into the mix
Of Mindlessness; I am unselfishly
Unsatisfied with you unhappy.
I trip over tried and true pride,
Denied desire, yearning so
Poignant I ache like the arthritic.
All over and under the skin. Deep
And dark. Inside parts left vacant,
Vying for turns at the wheel. Will
He love me? Maybe/Maybe not/Again.
And again. A magic eight ball. I put
My fate to the Fates. Keep blowing
Me in his direction, please. Keep the
Bookshophot hot, hot, hot. Let him
Forget fickle music melees. Migrate.
Meditate. Trace mandalas with fingertip.
Find the means to fly/keep feelings
Caged and rearranged. Bargain basement
Brains boil under such intense interrogation.

I am unused to unselfish but you usurp
The me, me, me until there is only the we.
We walk hand in hand under halos
Hung loosely. Lying when we say we’re happy
With how things are. Are you fed up yet?
Fix this distance/stay with me always/
And again. And again. And again.

Reviews

[Babe Roxx]

Wow, I had to read this twice...delicious...I love the word play and the diction...sweet and tangy, very Saucy.

It truly reminds me of a dear friend of mine whom I would love down just for a taste of her reciting her poetry, to me, but those are my wishful fantasy. Sigh.

I love your poetry. :)

[screamin'ian]

I like this one a lot for it's brutal honesty

[MAC]

i truly dislike being boring but SilentVerses gave yhe perfect review and any attempt to out it would be completely uncivalized. excellent write!!!!

[SilentVerses]

This I love, what a rare gem within the corridors of so many minds to uncover, shining below the layers of meaning your words bring to light an ethereal honesty of truths, the words you have chosen spiral one another in a seductive dance of forbidden literature, when your ink flows it is a beauty and the talent creates a melody a symphony which the ears adore though it is in the mid they hear it. A pain and a confusion, constantly changing and real you have created something worthy to cherish, hold within the palm of your hands the beating heart of your writing come to life by the imagery you bestowed upon them. Stunning and real it flows unstopped or spoiled by the rocks in its path. Wonderful.