He left her there
pages of his heart
he could no longer read
yet beauty remained
age and desolation
never able
to destroy true love
*
©MidwestFantasy
April 2019
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National Poetry Month
Dream of Him
I dreamed of him
in the dark
of last night
he didn’t see me
for me
barely noticed
I was in the room
and he
was not the he
I’ve always loved
my heart aching
as eyes opened
to morning
*
MidwestFantasy
April 2019
Poetry of Two
Poetry of two
splashed across sheets
moonlight watching
silent partner
admiring intimacy’s creation
rare beauty
never replicated
*
©MidwestFantasy
April 2019
(Written yesterday but didn’t post here until today. I was busy at Cardinal Baseball Opening Day!)
Bouquet of Him
I wanted to
gather him up
like a bouquet
of the best
some of his pale and soft
some of his vivid vibrant
some of his rugged wild
some of his silly sass
I wanted to tie it
all together
with ribbons of me
and keep it
safe from harm
*
©MidwestFantasy
April 2019
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Would You?
Would you dance
in my dandelion arms?
Could you love
my withered rose heart?
Should you hold
my wildflower soul?
If you will
I am yours
But can we weather
all seasons?
*
©MidwestFantasy
April 2019
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Today’s prompt was to end your poem with a question.
Inside This Skin
Running wild
inside this skin
abandon of a poet
untethered thoughts
dreams gritty, brazen
fearless heart
brassy, unafraid
she
warrior of her own soul
*
©MidwestFantasy
April 2019
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Erotic Greed
Touch of his fire
scalding my need
flesh screaming
lust-filled torment
savage passion
attacking sweat covered skin
raw obsession
searing all senses
urgency gripping hips
thrusting power
ferocious and deep
erotic greed
undeniably insatiable
*
©MidwestFantasy
April 2019
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A Book of You
If I wrote
a book of you
pages would burn
with your fiery passion
smoldering fragrance
of undeniable intensity
lines would meander
in and out of each other
your complexity
wrapping around your whole
words would search
for others
more exquisitely fashioned
brilliant and deep
alas
never finding perfection
to define a being
who cannot be elucidated
with simple paper and ink
©MidwestFantasy
04/30/2018
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Ache
Her Promises
It was in the dark
her promises birthed life
he, the recipient
of what masked as words
in daylight
became under the moon
elaborate fingertip touches
alive on his skin
lips soft as summer
speaking not words
but love language
his entire body understood
she watched her promises
take shape on him
seductive, lovely, inviting
an excitement stirring her
like no other
and she knew
with certainty
her promises were gold
©MidwestFantasy
04/25/2018
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