24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
darling
did you think that I’d sit home and cry – that I would
allow myself to fall to fits, with no
regard for what they’ll think of my smudged
lipstick and mascara drips
I wouldn’t consider it – I’d
never dream of
giving that vulnerability to a stranger that hasn’t earned it
darling
The way the orange and red shines upon her rose colored cheeks is something I hope to never forget
The way the drips of rain gently flow down her skin is something I hope to see a thousand times
The way the stars seem to all gather in her eyes as she looks at me is something I hope I never become blind to
Yet here I am
Taking it all for granted
Knowing my whole galaxy lives within her
For some reason still choosing to close my eyes
They lurk in the shadows
Watching
Waiting
Expecting the perfect time
To pounce on everything we know as truth
The look in my eyes
Knowing im not okay
yet not understanding what i need
confused by what they could do
unsure of the steps they need to take
so they give in
and do what they all do
Are you okay?
The blood drips down her neck
Just like in the movies she likes to say
Yet the hunger inside of me is more than what could ever be portrayed on a screen or in a book
The true power it holds over me is overwhelming
The fact I know it’s the most pure form of HER is what I crave
What I drool for
Yet never sharing the true lust
The secret
Of the spell she seems to hold over me
Yet never knowing it
The little girl
So scared of the monsters
Under her bed she looks nightly
In the cracks of the closets she sneaks up and peeks
The dead of night never sees her existence
All due to fear
Worry
Panic….
Until she realized
The monster wasn’t able to be seen
It was living inside her
I walked right in
to the Cafe that day
and saw three ladies fair
They sat in the round
and welcomed me in
I felt a new home I had found
One with white hair
gleaming so bright
bid me sit in a chair
So I sat down and looking
around saw their lovely faces there
all smiling at me with genuine care
How do you do?
Asked one lady fair with
silvery hair that shone like the moon
And off to my right Hermione herself
thick lustrous hair was the key
and her beautiful speech
It came to be that those three
and me wove friendships
from our love as wordsmiths
It is later now and much has passed
there are now more than three
and some I have yet to meet
But I haven’t a fear
never shedding a tear when we
meet at lovely Morning Glory Cafe!
Lazy day are sometimes the best days.
No rushing
No anxiety
No worrying about the list of things needing done
Just a day to remain calm
Peaceful
Still
How do I say
this thing that I need
to complete me?
I watch others do it
so we’ll and so seamlessly
without fear or embarrassment.
Something tickles them
physically, emotionally, mentally
and seconds later it happens!
That thing that hits them
in their gut making them double
over their lips curl skyward
Sometimes their teeth show
but nothing in aggression
just a mouth opening guffaw
Then amazingly it happens
again and again until the entire
room is in a state of facetiousness.
I think it was in fall 2011 when I took a paintbrush to the bedroom wall
in the house that we both shared
sitting on my bed you watched me shape the words in shiny black
LOVE IS A DANGEROUS ANGEL
I’ve always wondered if you painted over it when I left
or if you allowed it to stay long after I was gone
you’re the only person I ever read an entire book out loud to
but now you are gone too
maybe some part of me could see ahead and it was meant to be a message
love was dangerous
and you
became an angel