Words Unspoken
She wore a red sweater
and I could see the look in
her eye before she even
made contact with me
The look on her not-so
perfect poker face
lifted into a slight smile
and I knew, I knew before
she said anything
this romance had
run its course and
somewhere…before we got here
it ended for her,
she walked up to me
and gave me a kiss
and when I looked at her
She started crying
tears fell, and I took pity
on her…I told her “I know”
and she just cried
and I held her, feeling
her breath hitch and
then stopping…
”how?”
”I don’t know…
just knew…
but you should tell me
anyway…
tell me what you want…
tell me you want to be free…”
she wiped the tears
from her face
and looked me in the eye
and said the words
said the words I knew
were there but unspoken
and I held her face…
and looked her in the eye
leaning in for a kiss
then said goodbye
Polar Oposites
I wonder why we connected
through endless conversations
instead of fighting from
being on opposite ends
maybe it was the way
we just stopped and
looked at each other
and lost what we were talking
About
I couldn’t tell you what you said
five minutes ago but
I know the shape of your nose
and the curve of your lips
And believe in the laws
of attraction when I try
to break this kiss but
find that the attraction
of polar opposites
to be the greatest of all
as my lips go numb
and I breathe you in
Burning embrace
She wears colors of pink
And lavender to let me know
Her heart burns like no
Fire I know…
“Nothing can stop love…”
She told me, her hand
Caressing my cheek
And a thousand voices
Saying this is wrong
“But nothing can stop love…”
Says the last one
A woman’s voice…her voice
I look her in the eyes
Wondering why these eyes
Of blue and grey
Enchant me
Just like her smile
Has taken me
To places that
I have never been
I long to feel her
Cheek against mine
And whisper in her ear
“Nothing can stop love…”
And let her feel the yearning
In every heartbeat
As I taste her lips
And burn in her embrace
Unexpected encounter (#3)
He didn’t realize she was 2 people in front of him in the checkout
it wasn’t until he heard the commotion
of increased prices and not enough work
to make ends meet, the mother of two
was caught in a bind at the register
he quiently pulled out his wallet
and made his way to the register
and was ready to swipe when
her hand caught his wrist
”what are you doing??!!”
she didn’t even realize it was him
and when she did, “Oh great!!”
”Hi”, he said and smiled
”let me help you, this once”
She looked at him and said
”no I got this…” then turning to the
cashier, “what do I owe?”
”53.80 is the total”
She looked awkward and turned to
him and said “would you please go back to your ca…”
“I’m just trying to help…we’ve all been there…”
and she looked at him and said, “why are you always where I am when things get rough!!”
he turned to her and said, “I’m not here to save you, I’m not a hero…I’m just friend that is just here at the moment when you need a hand…”
She looked at him and said, “ you are also the husband of my cousin and does she know you are helping like this?”
he looked right back, “ of course she does? You are right I just happen to show up when you have an issue going on but I’m not stalking you I’m not waiting to hope out from behind the corner and sweep you off your feet”
”well it feels like it! And I don’t need to be saved by my cousins husband all the time…”
He looked at her and said, “I really am just here shopping and was doing the same thing when you had issues with the kids last time…really, just let me help“
”I don’t want your help…I’m not going to go out with you or whatever you think…”
He felt his face go red, “Have I asked you out? Texted you to meet me in some clandestine location or asked for a rendezvous? have I tried to touch you or grab you for a kiss?…all I did was offer to help, with no stings attached. ”
It was her turn to go red and she was about to speak..but he held up his hand
”I have no idea why the universe or god put me in the places you have been when you have needed help, I just am and I have not said anything in terms of payback or asked for money or acts (sexual or otherwise)…
He sighed, “I have just always thought you are a strong woman, much like my own mom who was single and managed to turn out four of us…if I have harbored any feelings romantic or not, until I reveal them to you those are between me and the universe and not you…”
he turned to the cashier, “Just ring her out and add it on my bill and let her out of here”
The cashier nodded and bagged everything up and handed it to the mother of two…and as she was going to go she had that look on her face…but some things were better left unsaid.
and as he got to his turn to be rung out
the cashier turned to him and said…
“you may not be trying to get together with her, but something or someone has a plan for you two…“
Lingering Grasps
I wish I knew
What was on your mind
When our lips met
Was this intended
Or was it purely instinct
An impulse of fancy
What I remember
The hug, and kiss on the cheek
The turn of the head
And the look
You had, and the beat
Of my heart
Booming in my ears
As you leaned in and
Our lips met
Only to look
In your eyes and
kiss you again
Lips so soft
And the pounding in ears
As a hand on chest
And a look
As you left, and the feel
Of your hand
As it slipped
And lingered on mine
As we said goodbye
Leaving me wonder
The intent of actions
Of forbidden lips
And lingering grasps
When bodies melt
Paint me a picture
of what it would be like
of you and I together
would it match mine
of hands held
or the feeling of holding you
and the burning
memory of how
our lips met
Paint me a picture
of you and I
together as our bodies melt
from the searing
lust you feel for me
as I unleash the sun
and consume this
desire when our
lips meet…
and our bodies melt…
It beats only blood
She was an object of affection
and an ear to keep me
grounded...
and with all my friends
an object of my
affection...
But time has past,
and the feelings
no longer live
in this heart
that beats only
blood...
It is only flesh and blood
and void of
emotions
no keeper of
secret affections
or acceptance of
emotions
No feelings
to be self-judging
about
or self-loathing
just because a
feeling
doesn't align
with norms
and
so as I walk
on this rainy
night
I bring the objects
of these affections, my
muses
of longing
and adoration
and listen to
the sound of a
heart
that beats only
blood...