I touched your lips
Rose petal kisses like he loves me and loves me not
I tasted you like past as moments became new
And we shared love stories
That weren’t quite poetic
Made love feel like forever as good byes exhausted tears
And pretend that pain doesn’t lend motivation to the pen
Tomorrow was an illusion that feelings left behind
What ifs and could have beens
Touched on moments that never existed
Filled new dreams with hopes
As notes crescendo across lines like songs never wrote
I wanted you to feel different
To me
Pretend that this wasn’t love
And you weren’t hurt
Placed my arms around you
Whispered heartbeat secrets into ears that I pray the world never hears
You were my soul and I was your fear
And together we were perfect
Two shattered pieces looking for love to make us whole
I’d give you the world if it meant that much to you
Give you my heart if you promise this won’t be good bye
And touch the sky if you fly
With me
...14...
It was innocence his hands were looking for
Searching for as his fingers laced the outline of her breast
She breathed deeply
Hoping someone would hear her weeping
As his hand began creeping down the side of leg
She prayed
To a God she barely knew anymore
Asked for her mother to walk through the door
For anyone to stop this man from raping her
She cried
Even when tears no longer made sense
Cried as his hands moved more aggressively along her breast
Felt his pants touch where her panties use to rest
She prayed for death to calm the heartbeat in her chest
Prayed until she found herself begging
Begging against the clasp of his hand against her lips
Could taste the fear that dripped from his pores
As his other hand explored the womanly frame of her 14 year old body
Couldn’t believe that her father was the man who laid between her knees
Or that God would once again deceive her
He said she asked for this
Asked to be touched in ways he no longer touched her mother
Started with gentle strokes at night when he tucked in her covers
Moved to him brushing against her in ways that made her shudder
Then threatening to beat her if she ever told another
Because after all she was his daughter and he is the father
And what they do
Nobody needs to know
Pushing against her as far as he could go
He tore her heart
And watched her bleed
Gave her nightmares instead of dreams
Burned a hole in her soul that her mother would never believe
And carefully wiped her tears as he got up to leave
Searching for as his fingers laced the outline of her breast
She breathed deeply
Hoping someone would hear her weeping
As his hand began creeping down the side of leg
She prayed
To a God she barely knew anymore
Asked for her mother to walk through the door
For anyone to stop this man from raping her
She cried
Even when tears no longer made sense
Cried as his hands moved more aggressively along her breast
Felt his pants touch where her panties use to rest
She prayed for death to calm the heartbeat in her chest
Prayed until she found herself begging
Begging against the clasp of his hand against her lips
Could taste the fear that dripped from his pores
As his other hand explored the womanly frame of her 14 year old body
Couldn’t believe that her father was the man who laid between her knees
Or that God would once again deceive her
He said she asked for this
Asked to be touched in ways he no longer touched her mother
Started with gentle strokes at night when he tucked in her covers
Moved to him brushing against her in ways that made her shudder
Then threatening to beat her if she ever told another
Because after all she was his daughter and he is the father
And what they do
Nobody needs to know
Pushing against her as far as he could go
He tore her heart
And watched her bleed
Gave her nightmares instead of dreams
Burned a hole in her soul that her mother would never believe
And carefully wiped her tears as he got up to leave
...She...
Stuck in the memories of you…then I
The way our bodies rised
I remember how she & I
Touched
I remember the way she felt
How her body laid before me
Barely giving feelings to the words she created
I unraveled the complex syntax she hid behind
Undressed her with words as my lips created emotions against her journal’s spine
She was my first
Lover
Laid with her on top of woven covers
We touched each other in ways the world would no longer recognize
Beyond the sight of human eyes
I gave her intimacy without opening my thighs
Gave her pleasure beyond a sexual guise
Hazed over highs from limerick style lies
So often I would run and hide
From her
And the memories
So bittersweet what she became to me
An art form that loves so freely
I had to give her space to be
In hopes that her feelings will only belong to me
She’s was my…..
Everything
My regrets
My apologies forgets
The breath that saved me from living safely
I give her pen strokes as my heart beats race in
Letters that I haven’t read to anyone
Words I will someday give to one
She’s my mistress for reality
And I reward her with sensitive gratuity
She’s everything I never believed
And I love her beyond empty lines dressed on sheets of cream
Loved her before the world paid attention to me
Loved her because Life is what poetry means
The way our bodies rised
I remember how she & I
Touched
I remember the way she felt
How her body laid before me
Barely giving feelings to the words she created
I unraveled the complex syntax she hid behind
Undressed her with words as my lips created emotions against her journal’s spine
She was my first
Lover
Laid with her on top of woven covers
We touched each other in ways the world would no longer recognize
Beyond the sight of human eyes
I gave her intimacy without opening my thighs
Gave her pleasure beyond a sexual guise
Hazed over highs from limerick style lies
So often I would run and hide
From her
And the memories
So bittersweet what she became to me
An art form that loves so freely
I had to give her space to be
In hopes that her feelings will only belong to me
She’s was my…..
Everything
My regrets
My apologies forgets
The breath that saved me from living safely
I give her pen strokes as my heart beats race in
Letters that I haven’t read to anyone
Words I will someday give to one
She’s my mistress for reality
And I reward her with sensitive gratuity
She’s everything I never believed
And I love her beyond empty lines dressed on sheets of cream
Loved her before the world paid attention to me
Loved her because Life is what poetry means
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