Fresh Poetry

It could be fifteen years ’til the next poetry anthology, so let’s make the most of it…


Some Days

 

 

Some days,
I feel like
I want to run
and jump into your arms.
I feel like
I want to forget myself;
forget him,
forget them…
forget everything I stand for.
I want to forget
the vows I made:
to marry only him,
to mate with only him,
to love only him.
Some days,
I want to make you stay with her,
and some days,
I want to say,
“Fuck her!”

 

Some days,
I want you to hold me.
Some days,
I want to rest my head
in the crook of your neck;
to feel you breathing,
to feel your chest rise and
fall against mine.
Some days,
I want to forget
that I ever thought wrong of you.
Some days,
I want to forget
your troubles,
forget your past.
Some days,
I want you
to claim me as your own.
And then,
some days,
I remember your lips are poison.

 

 

I don’t know why
I keep running back to you.
I don’t know why
I’d die to feel you.
I don’t know why
I want you to love me.
You love her.
You’re loyal to her,
you’re sweet on her…
I’ve seen you with her;
you’d die without her!

 

And me?
I have my love.
I have my love,
with his soft gray eyes,
his sandy brown hair;
every line upon his face
defining every moment of his life,
whether suffering
or joy.
I have wispy memories
of many lifetimes past,
many marriages past,
many children past.
I have memories
of every moment,
every breath
spent in his arms,
looking into his eyes,
feeling the touch of his heart.

 

 

I have the truest love
in all the world…
yet some days,
I still want you.

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