Getting there – Poem and a line

Blooded chocolate
traced cleavage
tongue bite
gentler please
another square
getting there

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She’s stretch and bend… he’s give

Promises – Poem and a line

He a man untied

to time or anything

beyond accepted promises

 

She his curved ball

provokes imagination

believes she can be his

 

Conscience slips and slides

everyday more blind

to all he’ll leave behind

 

As he sleeps he stares

sees her in his darkness

light rolls back their years

 

Love beyond words

felt though unheard

their promises unbroken

 

…..

 

He remembers, she too… will always

 

No label – two takes – six words into verse

Danced Alone Until

Moment taken in cool blue silence

Found her someone different like him

No label no sign of belonging

Slid the knife edge of discretion

Danced alone until he asked her

Caught a breath exhaled a smile

A man and woman never incidental

Naked in the blink of eyes

…..

The Game She Plays

He blushed she felt his innocence

She reset his hands to please

The game she plays so dangerous

His mind her eyes can’t see

He wears no sign no label

The risk she takes he calculates

He smiled he let her dream

Renovation – Poem and a line

Key in the door

a little stiff

needs lubricating

she keeps telling him

 

Steps inside

odd smell greets

wet plaster wood dust

others homes not his

 

Walls holes overfilled

tiles broken rough edges

doors an inch too short

frames botched distorted

 

Windows condensation soaked

heating gone awry

message painted on a wall

your home as you left mine

…..

Prerequisite… drill then screw. Nailed it.