After almost seven years, I think it is safe to say that I am no longer sure that I am joking about the consequences of my winning the lottery.
After almost seven years, I think it is safe to say that I am no longer sure that I am joking about the consequences of my winning the lottery.
I caught myself wondering in that vulnerable moment what it would have been like if you’d been here. What it would have been like for them to see healthy relationship modelled; to know well a man who does not seek to diminish the existence of women; to have another trusted adult to turn to.
I turned away from the imaginations down that path, instead aligning my thoughts to deal with what is, and walk the #dreary road, alone.
He whispered “I want your lips fluttering against mine as you sing that unstoppable song”
And my heart was once again beating faster, lovingly wrapped in the warmth of his Words.
I have the suspicious delicious thought
While our game is in play
You might be otherwise engaged
Or simply making me wait.
You wickedly mischievous lover
And a beloved friend
I adore the way we play
Either way, I get my way
In the end
(maybe not all is pretend)
You said
he showed up
machine gun shot
words whipped out
both barrels blazing
but you, you,
you’re like
the water
tiny teardrop
dropped down onto
parched parchment skin soaking in warping
like ripples
but so calm
without violence
of stones thrown in
and somehow
levels rise
until I am
buoyant joyous
supported without
ever seeing the way
you flowed in
loving in our
estuarine
union
#smallPoems
#simpleTruths #thisOneIsYours (tip: @wordsmith ) #morningPoetry #preTeaPoetry