her tummy
home to many a tear
as he lay his head gently thereon
releasing himself to her
her tummy
home to many a touch
as he pulls her towards him
wrapping his hands firmly around it
her tummy
home to their union
as she carries within it
the resulting evidence of his love
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Thursday, June 18, 2009
duet
face to face,
nose to nose,
whisper to whisper...
two beautifully wrapped lumps
holding each other close
talking about their day.
Lives tangled together
in firm embrace,
bearing each other up
through their daily burdens and struggles
drifting together
through the cycle of darkness to dawn
nose to nose,
whisper to whisper...
two beautifully wrapped lumps
holding each other close
talking about their day.
Lives tangled together
in firm embrace,
bearing each other up
through their daily burdens and struggles
drifting together
through the cycle of darkness to dawn
Sunday, March 15, 2009
full path
the struggle seems too great
but the prize too precious;
a search for individuality
that often leaves him drained and strained;
a fight against the norms and rules
that will hopefully, one day, lead to the formation
of a rounded individual,
content
with a life well lived
a heart well used
a brain exhausted
but the prize too precious;
a search for individuality
that often leaves him drained and strained;
a fight against the norms and rules
that will hopefully, one day, lead to the formation
of a rounded individual,
content
with a life well lived
a heart well used
a brain exhausted
impaired
his thoughts tumble over in rapid succession
and his mind is sharper than a paper's edge,
yet you and I will never know it
all due to his difficulty with expression.
and his mind is sharper than a paper's edge,
yet you and I will never know it
all due to his difficulty with expression.
paying for pain
she gives herself to many
nameless faces
as numerous as the tears she often hides
and yet in all this giving
she has yet to find the one worthy
to even remember the experience
nameless faces
as numerous as the tears she often hides
and yet in all this giving
she has yet to find the one worthy
to even remember the experience
shut
scream it at me
shout it out
release the demon trapped inside
rent your clothes
ruffle your hair
show the anger you try to hide
you sit there in silence
bottling it in
refusing to release your wounded pride
shout it out
release the demon trapped inside
rent your clothes
ruffle your hair
show the anger you try to hide
you sit there in silence
bottling it in
refusing to release your wounded pride
aftermath
His hands touched her back in that soft dented spot, sweet and gently. Together they lay in the calm of the early morning, the sun slowly bringing their surroundings to life as they lay pleased and satisfied at a bond consummated.
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