Poetry for thought

Title: Lurking

Lurking.

You are lurking in my mind.

I should be thankful that

you are not lurking in my bed.

Melancholy.

Deep, deep sadness.

It grips me in those moments

that you lurk into my mind.

Miserable.

I am so very miserable.

Your memories are making ripples

in oceans that are already wild.

Desirable.

Miserable desires.

Poetry for thought

Title: Reality

I am feeling sexual today,

Also angry,

Also sad,

And mostly confused.

I want to smell your sweat,

Dripping off my forehead,

While I find that spot

Under your left breast.                           

I want to unravel this,

Erase all memory of us,

While I slowly break down

Into this pool of angry mess.

Tears well up,

Crawl through my fingertips,

While I try to find a breath

And fail.

The imagination of your left breast,

Thoughts of our tangled feet,

While I slowly wipe away the reality

Off my forehead…

Wait,

Which is real?

The anger? The tears?

The sweat that appears suddenly

On my palms,

Which is real?

I hold my face in my hands,

Not just hold, but grip,

Which is real?

And I try to grab the imagination

To blend it with this sad and angry reality.

Forms merge, order becomes chaos,

Chaos becomes breathing,

Breathing.

Breathing.

Breathing.

Is it me? Is it you?

Chaos, calm,

Earth shattering,

And then.

The shush.

Flashes of my hands shaking,

My lips searching,

My anger brewing,

Eyes closing, sunlight burning,

Moonlight calming.

Flashes, flashes,

Lines blur,

Breathing.

Breathing.

In. out. In. out.

Stay still, maybe now we’ll know

Which is real.

Poetry for Thought

Trying to put together a thought process, TRYING. might have failed, you are welcome to help me articulate :)

Title: Friendly

I don’t want to fall head first in love,

Why can’t we start with being friends?

Did you love your friend the day you met them?

That intense deep love.

No; it took you years to say I love you.

So, I want to be friends,

Maybe we can kiss,

Maybe we can get naked,

But I don’t want to love you.

Not instantly,

Not head over heels,

Losing myself suddenly.

Years would pass,

And then we’d be friends,

And then you’d meet the real me,

And fall in love again.

Why won’t you meet me now?

And let me meet you?

Why jump, when we can walk a bit longer.

Let’s get to know each other,

And then love will come easily.

Leave that “in love” at the door,

And let’s be friends.

Do you want to get flirty and friendly with me?

Disconnect

I kept looking at that picture,

Might have looked at it too many times.

I have stopped now,

But it comes raging back.

As memories sometimes,

And other times as a hope for the future.

Maybe we will have more pictures,

Maybe we won’t take pictures at all.

Was it a declaration of love

Or a social obligation?

How does one disconnect in this connected world?