Mia Culpa

One o’clock in the morning

and my brain is tired, tattered,

chained to checkered thoughts,

and helplessly spinning

like a desperate wheel upon an icy road.

 

A word-catcher past midnight,

I sat under the florescent light,

Musing on a carnival of thoughts,

When suddenly the phone rang.

“Hello, darling! Are you alone?”

 

“Shall I sing a song for you?”

“Need you ask?” was my reply.

Then you crooned in my tired ear

Songs about the sea and the sky

And how seasonal sorrow was to all of us.

 

We were flying then, I knew it,

Flying back to heaven where we first started.

My lips brushed against your belly;

My hands clutched your moaning hips,

And you softly said “Dream with me.”

 

Your voice was in my flesh,

Its softness warming every tissue,

As it ran wildly through my bloodstream.

Strangely thereafter, that same morning,

I shut the alarm, looked around, then…

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing and beautiful words. We need those happy and strong voices in our life. I like how the poem flowed. A slow and easy pace to celebrate desire and our dreams. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Larry Dyson]

Yes in My world it is like this at the besttimes with my Slave....
“Shall I sing a song for you?”

“Need you ask?” was my reply.

Then you crooned in my tired ear

Songs about the sea and the sky

And how seasonal sorrow was to all of us.


We were flying then, I knew it,

Flying back to heaven where we first started.

My lips brushed against your belly;

My hands clutched your moaning hips,

And you softly said “Dream with me.”
wonderfully penned ty Sunshine

[Ed Hart]

"chained to checkered thoughts"...it's a wonder Poe didn't think of that, I know I will...

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

then ... I reached out to tell you how exquisite you are, how the poetry of love flows in your veins, beats in your heart, and fires in your brain. You are the living, breathing embodiment of poetry.

Linda Marie