The Poetry Marathon

The Road Not Taken

Two loves apart in a mellow mood,

And since I could not have them both

And be one heart, long I thought

And kissed one deeply there I swooned

To where he took my breath away;

Then kissed the other, just as well,

And having perhaps the better hair,

Because it was glossy and thick with care;

Though as for that the combing there

Had shined the swoop I did not care,

And both that morning equally shorn

In sheaves no pep had stopped the flood.

Oh, I kept a lock without dismay!

Yet knowing how his tears did sway,

I doubted would it grow again that way.

I shall be telling this with my keen eye

Somewhere pages and pages hence:

Two loves apart in a mood, and I-

I took the one less baldened by,

And that has made all the difference!

They multiply at night like rabbits.

The boxes, oh, the boxes…

Taking over my home.

Oh, how they all roam!

Filled with things I do not need.

Oh, sooooooo heavy…

I imagine the match and I light it with my mind…

I miss her.

Nails click~clacking across the floor, I miss her.

Walking up to my front door I still see her face, happy nose through the hole in the screen growing wider. I miss her.

So many tricks, so smart.

Many a bet was won on her sneeze at my command.

I miss her, my Sadie.

Autobiography of a…Face?

My smile. It draws people in. From far away I reel them in.

They are captured by my eyes shining bright looking at them.

They look to my lips. They forget my hips.

(Or do they?)

Pressed against me. My hugs are legend. I hold them. Longer than they imagine.

I hold them.

I feel them surrender to my love.

And we smile cheek to cheek eyes closed, we smile.

Flash of memory.

Portrait of a Face…

I’m pacing outside the door.

I want to go in

but I can’t.

I know it’s unlocked.

I know I’m invited.

I choose to perch on the railing instead

close my eyes,

and imagine…

Your skin must be so soft

and when it is damp like that,

you must smell so wonderful…

I experiment, breathing in.

I can feel myself taking the soap from your hands,

and as I look into your blue, blue eyes

I slowly slide the bar over your already slippery body

and I move closer still.

I nibble some places that need nibbling,

and I put the bar away because my hands cannot stand

to be even that far away from you…

As I run my fingers all over you,

and our breathing changes,

the phone rings.

Startling me, so that I almost fall off the banister.

Disoriented, with the taste of you still all over me,

I quietly slip downstairs

to answer it..

We need. Inside.

If hurt, we hide.

We need real love.

Fits like a glove.

We need deep sleep.

Not Li’l Bo Peep.

We need our brains.

(I hope it rains!)

We need more time

for this bad rhyme…

slithering along

dragging a half~eaten

lump of flesh behind me

fallen from inside me

where the love used to live

i claw through stone

handful after handful

of cold death~dirt

i cast behind me

my only light

the fading glow

of my flickering passion

my way barred

i tear fingernails loose

ripping the hinges off

releasing a powdery stench

bugs crawling

through my hair

licking my brain

i slide inside

pulling the cold heavy cover

of darkness over me

singing sweetly to myself

as i lie there

forever rotting in despair

Longingly, Lovingly, Angrily he cast his intense eyes upon her…

…his fluffy white feline frenemy.

Laughing and pointing at him in his human coat, she purrrrred and danced naked as the light changed and cold crept in amongst them.

Who is laughing now? He chuffed as she shivered all wrapped inside her tail, glaring back at him.

Ice~blue eyes narrowing as he sauntered away toasty warm but alone, headed for home. She slowly began to follow him…

Knowing those big ears of his could hear her, they both grinned.

It was going to be a good night.

My world has grown small in the dark overnight, until sudden blinding light shocks me even more than the piercing scream of despair on the morning air…

I used to go around the world seeing everyone and everything.

Over and over and over again in the fraction of a second I’ve seen my Universe in a never-ending loop.

Too late I see my murderer. Sharp and sneaky and small in a flash but I cannot speak, I am pierced with agony as I reach home in the nick of time.

Trapped in the garage now my life runs out of me and I sink into the pebbles of the floor, sighing my last breath in the night as everyone sleeps but me.

Where is the air compressor when you need one?!

There was a moment…

…where you brushed my hair from my face…

…where you took my hand in your own…

…where your eyes searched mine and they shined…

Then you closed that door and moved on.

(but for a moment, you were mine…)