2019 Poetry

In my mind

If I were alone, I’d be lonely.But I’m with you in my mind.Waiting for you to come to bedJust one more mail before you sleepWorking to make a life for meAnd your sweet, dear SidneyAt least that’s what I imagineAs I think about sleepWhen I’m alone with youIn my mind.

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Falling Asleep

Exhausted from a hard dayI curl into the couchAnd lay my head on your lapAs you smileMaybe for the showMaybe for meI don’t care whyWhen you smileYour hand on my hairJust to know you are thereAs I drift offEvery nightLike I’m sure it wasLast nightBecause I remember everythingExactly as it feltIn my heart.

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Blanket

You fill the space around meLike a blanket of cushion and warmthThat softens the harsh world and gives me cover to hide when I’m lost.And I feel you beside meWhen I can’t find my wayI’ll choose yoursBecause believing in youIs natural and easy.

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I want to sleep with you

And I don’t mean I want to have sex with you, or make love to you.I mean that I want to sleep with you.To go to bed listening to your stories and hearing your breathI want to sleep with youTangled up just a bitEnough to know that you are thereIn my dreams and nightmaresI want…

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A smile

A smile or hug that says good morningAnd touch of your handWhen I say hello to the security guard in the parking lotAnd stop to listen when she says how she isIn response to my greeting.I don’t want to miss another night or day of your life.Because I know what I want.I want a smileOr…

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1,000 Thoughts

A thousand thoughts for every one you shareWould that I were in your headTo know what you hold backWhat thoughts would, you think,Make me reject youAn abomination.Or is it that you hold them becauseOnce uttered they could suffer the same fateAs your dreams and nightmares come to realAloud they gain power and strength until you…

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Lambs to Slaughter

When the gate is openedThe domesticated sheepStay inside the fenceDespite the respiteThey’ve been givenFrom their imprisonment. It makes you wonderIf they found GodAnd believe the rulesStill apply to themOr if they are lambsNaive and nakedReady to be slaughtered.

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What matters

A little girl’s giggleAnd her fits and tears A woman’s loveAnd her sadness and fears A friendship lostAnd returned through years A sense of integrityAlways being sincere Talking for hoursAnd just being here

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(Parentheticals)

Every day (and each night)I wait and hope (and pray)That you are freed (and can be mine)And then I know (and fear)That once you areEverything will change (for better?)And we’ll have all we need (and want)Forever.

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Cast a spell

I want to cast a spellTo release you from your bondsOr say a prayer for a miracleTo hold your body like a pietaNo words can set you freeNo matter which I chooseTo wax poetic and weave like magicExcept to give comfortWhile I wait, thy will be done.

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