Another sample from my upcoming poetry book My Sentiments Exactly. Going to print on Feb 1! O-Dark-Thirty Musings daytime is bearable cuz there’s so much to get into to get done so many people to keep me company no matter that most of them are strangers all I really care about is the disruption of my thoughts of you but it’s in the middle of the night that I ponder over you most at around 3 a.m. when the rest of the world has shut down but my mind hasn’t when the mass of bedraggled streets breathe a momentary sigh of relief foster their thrashed pavement convalesce from the bustle of traffic the sorrow of the previous day’s calamities & fatalities recupe from incurring the public’s wrath disrespect and irresponsibility when harmless insects too afraid to challenge me with their presence in the daylight finally sneak out knowing it’s safe to turn my home into their personal playground without fear of being caught like mischievous children on a schoolyard and punished when there’s no one to call nowhere to go and the appeal of Genie Bra Bowflex and Jack LaLanne Power Juicer infomercials has waned and through a surrender-laced sigh I click off the prattle of media then succumb to the overlapping whispers swirling in the dark in my head about how I feel and what I want where you’re concerned but don’t have cuz you don’t wanna give it to me or it’s not time yet or it’s just a bad idea altogether for both of us and as such will never come to pass but whatever … the bottom line is you’re not here I’m not there and it’s so damn quiet that I can hear the corners of your mouth curl up when I picture you smiling imagine you with your head in my lap face up blithely recounting your day’s goings on and in a moment of amusement you look in my eyes release a bass-filled chuckle and the sugary, minty tang of your toothpaste & mouthwash laced breath prances in my nose and I inhale purposefully eyes closed mouth slightly ajar willing the fusion of flavors to adhere unflinchingly to every bud on my tongue so I can taste your contentment consume it avariciously so I can always harbor your essence when we’re apart … like right now and I guess it worked cuz the relics of your core still reside amid the valves of my heart beneath the deepest layers of my skin and flood my memory bank which is difficult at this time of night cuz there are still hundreds of insufferable minutes left to tick away before there’s enough daylight activity and faux distraction in the environment for me to get back to pretending that you don’t exist Copyright 2014 My Sentiments Exactly
Posted on: Fri, 24 Jan 2014 23:32:37 +0000
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