Own Me
A delicate dance
Toes dangling
Heart racing
Begging for more
I am yours
I am yours
I am yours
u/Powerful_Pudding39
A delicate dance
Toes dangling
Heart racing
Begging for more
I am yours
I am yours
I am yours
u/Powerful_Pudding39
​
Thoughts grow like grass
And I chew them,
And chew them...
And I draw the wet cud
Through cavernous rumen.
I can never seem
To let a thought be.
Once I think,
The think keeps on getting thunk,
And, eventually, caught
In the reticulum.
A web that catches,
And with every snag snatches
Back my attention.
A long
Winding road
To mental digestion.
I draw it back through,
This final stomach supposedly "true."
If only clandestine
To think itself again
Through the small intestine.
Ruminant thoughts
Over fights
No one fought.
You are sunshine that peaks beyond the storm
Still water in an ocean that rages
Solace
A cave to hide from tumultuous rain
You are the thing I carry with me
Everywhere I go
Unable to hide smiles that feel taboo
Your warmth is undeniable
Crepuscular rays shining through
Everything heavy, feels lighter
When I'm with you
​
Your voice
The melody
To the beating
Of my heart
.
Your temperance
Stressed syllables
To the fleeting
Of my thoughts
.
And I hope
That I am
Your peace
In chaos
My owner, my heart u/Powerful_Pudding39
Open heavy eyelids
To view sun rays
And tiny dust whisps.
Through mornings marvel-
A man.
Quiet breaths quip.
Travel over ridges,
Hills and fleshy valleys.
Finger tips trace
Through uncharted alleys.
Somewhere between
Waking and a dream.
Hot breath is rose hibs,
And sleep sand,
A beach.
Satin sheets shift .
Tender daylight tides.
Waves wash over
From your side to mine.
Oh how I love to dance with you
Stanza for stanza
A line or two
We twist and turn
Step for step
Fire burns
A spin and dip
You hold me close
Hand to hip
A fiesty kiss
Writer's whip
Foot steps that never miss
Shunk...
Shunk...
Shunk...
Rasps the rusty shovel.
I dig myself a dusty hovel.
The dirt falls down to where I grovel.
Here I lay.
My thoughts astray.
Relieve the weight.
So,
I bury them here,
Release my fears,
And have a beer.
How else to celebrate
The pain, at last, I alleviate?
Future's what we create.
Chuff...
Chuff...
Chuff...
I seal the grave.
Finding solace isn't brave.
Forgive and Forget, the names of knaves.
Assume,
Resume,
Presume.
Live and Learn
The lessons spurned
By those who yearn.
​
It's cute.
Wearing inspiration like matching shoes.
The way I'd like to wear you.
All over me.
You see,
I want you visible in every scene.
Look behind
The words that bind,
And in his arms, it's me you'll find.
That's all...
In love, I fall.
He is my wonderwall.
​
Break me open
Open on up
Up and over
Over the moon
Moon shine eyes
Eyes on you
You are mine
Mine to keep
Keep me close
Close the gap
Gap opens wide
Wide as the sky
Sky is the limit
Limits we deny
Listening
To your history,
Your darkness,
Your mystery...
It's everything
You give to me.
And I'd give away
All else, everything
For us to be,
To stay,
To share our love
Every damn day.
I've been the stone,
Upon which relentless waves beat.
But you feel like home,
Warmth of hearth's heat.
After weathering unending storms,
It's your tenderness I crave.
New passion born,
From something that feels safe.
I want to unfurl under you,
A protected place.
Show you what I can really do,
Now that I have the grace.
Not because I have to,
But because I finally can.
It's what I want to do,
With a secure spot to stand.
This isn't just for me,
It's for both of us.
I finally feel worthy.
Love first built on trust.
I am a Poet's Poet.
A Poet's Pet?
Particularly peculiar,
Perpetually perfit.
Perhaps I am Parrot.
Ring-necked or red?
Regurgitate repeat,
Rewrote and reread
I'd rather be a Dog, instead.
A Pen-pushers Pup!
Positively perky,
And perfectly plump.
Foxglove.
Heart medicine,
And the name of a girl I wanted to be friends with.
Though I don't think she liked me that much...
I think of nitroglycerin,
potion,
and poison.
Purple seems like one of those colors that warns you not eat.
Like neon green,
and bright red.
I wonder if you can use it for bombs.
So, I look it up...
And I'm kinda right.
Like,
Don't eat that.
But it can't blow you up.
Not physically,
Your heart maybe.
This was a thought stream:
Thanks for joining me.
The air vibrates as eyes meet for the first time.
Our combined gaze is Chalcedony and Jasper.
Similarly, our voices amalgamate to whisper.
Initiation's touch is both greedy and hesitant.
Trying desparately not to be too expectant.
Nose to shoulder, I breathe you in.
Scent so smooth, I start to grin.
Lips to crown, soft hair shifts.
Body to body, no space for rifts.
You are both everything and nothing I expected you to be.
I wonder if you feel the same about me.
But none of that matters, does it?
We're finally here, now. Worth it.
​
"I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,"
Oh, Emily, I feel it too.
Our mutual mourners wander widely, standing to and fro.
The durge's soft melody accenting the morose.
Their feet keep treading- treading- till it seems
We understand that Death stays close.
So, let us all be seated...
Heartbreak silently strums.
It's hard to miss the marching feet as the service solemnly drums.
It keeps beating- beating- till you think
The mourners here, and you, and I have somehow become one.
And then 6 men, they lift the Box,
And walk across our manifold Soul.
There's community in our shared grief, that makes us all feel whole.
That Iron-clad Parade begins,
Taking it's emotional toll.