I'm so frustrated I could very well scream and wake the neighbors from their peaceful dreamlands because of my own stupidity.

Spent most of the night teasing you.
Winding you up like
a jack-in-the-box.
Waited for you to strike.

But you didn't.
And that's probably a
good thing.

It had gotten colder,
and my shoes click-click-clicked
across the sidewalk as I left.
It is a good thing.
I couldn't have dealt with
the aftermath.

A Reason (revise)

IT keeps hounding me.
That voice that sounds eerily like my mother
but with a bit more judgement thrown in
for good measure.
IT thrives on guilt.
Poking like a sliver stuck in your sock,
the kind you can't see, but you know IT is there.
Clean
Bake
Drink
All at once.
I'm doing all I can to ignore her. oops.
I mean IT.
There's a reason I don't keep a gun
in the house.

Dangerous, Treacherous, Hazardous You (Revise)

I know
how your hands feel
in my hair
or
against my back
or
clutched between mine.

I know
how your lips feel
against my cheek
or
down my neck
or slow against mine.

Stop

Sit up and move away.
Away from the warmth
of you.

Those hazardous lips
treacherous hands
dangerous you.

In Response to Her Damn Horses

Can any woman
write a book of poetry
that doesn’t portray
men as
repressing
conniving
dictators
whose only goal
is to
kill
steal
and destroy?

Looking inside the dark

“You don’t have a shadow”
Comes the whispery breath of a voice
From the perch on my left shoulder.
“And if you did, no one would believe it.”

Castle in the Air

Do you know
how may nights
I’ve looked forward
to sleep
because I let myself
dream of you?

A Mushy Poem I Never Saw Coming

I think it has to do with your hair.
The dark chocolate strands
Curling and turning
Tickling
So smooth between my fingers
Falling messily on your brows.
Speaking of brows
Your eyes might be it.
Mossy green
No
Yellowy green
No
You green.
Yes, you green.
Fringed by massive lashes
They put my own mascara laden eyes to shame.
When you blink
They brush your cheeks,
Oh my gosh, your cheeks.
Perfectly balanced with that strong jaw
Defined, sharp
When you move your mouth,
The muscles beneath ripple and stretch taunt.
Taunting me.
But you’re not perfect.
There’s that mole on your cheek,
It’s kind of big.
And you tend to forget spots when you shave.
And sometimes
When you open your mouth
You say the weirdest things.
Then again,
That’s part of it.
That’s part of why I love you