Ahem, is it getting warm in here or is it just me?
Okay, so this is totally away from my usual. Consider this my foray into poetry, and it’s not even new stuff, just stuff I haven’t had the guts to post before today. And warning, the last one is COMPLETELY inappropriate for anyone under 18. Read it at your own risk!
You are dangerous
You could hurt me with your words and actions
But I’m not scared
Because I’ve seen you
The other you
The bright and energetic star that lights up other people’s skies
That brings a smile to our faces
And laughter to our lips
I’ve seen that you
And that you makes me stay
Part of you may be dangerous
But I think
In the end
The star you
The bright you
“Tourist of the Heart”
We sit on a bench watching another couple
Not that we are a couple, of course
But we study them closely
She is neat and organized, sitting near a bag packed for a tourist.
She wears old jeans, frayed (Not like yours, neat and new.)
And we lean in close like a couple–
Not that we are a couple–
But we whisper about their motivations
Why she is in town
Why she is old fashioned
Why he touches her knee
(and I keep hoping your knee will press to mine again)
They leave and we think:
Why, if she is organized, does he have the pack?
Is he the tourist?
Over dinner, over your shoulder while you’re smiling at me
You don’t see the old woman give me a wink.
She watches us
It’s not her fault
She doesn’t know we’re not a couple.
We are all just tourists of the heart here
And if this is my moment with you, I’ll visit it gladly
Okay and finally, I can’t really hide this last one but this is the best I can do:
“my dark seducer”
“come for me.”
Your soft words caress my flesh
Like lips and teeth on skin
my longing to come forth
—like the crescendoing climax of your song—
Would make me do anything
If you only asked me
“come for me.”
God your words are like ice cream
melting on pavement in summer heat
or just melting over my heated skin
as your lips hover
just out of reach
You smile so wickedly,
my dark seducer.
Tell me again, please.
Why yes, Miss Scarlett, I do believe it is quite hot in here now! Woo!
Hope you enjoyed it. (Can’t say anything now without hearing an innuendo…) Come back again for more… (oh dear god… I am 12… )