Can’t Wait

Tongue bit, clamped
Could taste it bleed
Mixed with saliva
Stifling cries of, “Please
Baby, don’t leave!”

Enter time’s return rush
Knowing regressions
From cross words
Puzzlement, smell salts
Warped log cabin of make believe
Where cathedral ceilings brace—
Maple syrup drawn from intimacy
Guess I never expressed—
What she had once meant to me

Sh…
Hermit crab lurches
Like an old man with crooked legs
Hubble, hobble, watch ’em wobble
Through scopes of spray mist…
Over canvas beach
Pebbles smooth, tide swell
Scuttle into eternity

Sounds from perplexed hearts
Crests sharp—over barbs and bark
Trapper claw snaps down
Spits out entrails
As the earth spins side projections
Giving to new life…

Finding spirit on skewed point
Dissecting mind
Without reach
Emptiness cradles stars
In the wake of shedding duck trails
Shimmering waters, ululations glisten
Dovetails, and billowed sails
Shy eyes hid behind hair sway
Sky climb to a golden age
Those autumn harvest days
When life sighs, breath held
Chest tight, on deck over water main
We rage against dying light
Run out of what we mean
Pour one for me
Red wax drips lethargic
Myopic, uptight
Revealing myself
Wounds close as I write
“Can’t wait until love
Will finally feel right.”

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One Shot Wednesday (Week 51)
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It’s my turn to host!

Because She’ll Sing

Because she’ll sing when I come near
Our love song changing both our lives
Flesh shone in tone; alights night skies
Bare arms entwine absorbing tears

While reconciling faith sincere
Once Triton trumpets, giants fly
Because she’ll sing when I come near
Our love song changing both our lives

When music’s made beyond tide shared
Sound locking eyes, our present time
Seashell echo; two gulls swoon high
I’ll give far more than wading cares
Because she’ll sing when I come near

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One Shot Wednesday (Week 45)
@ One Stop Poetry
Host: this week the honor goes to
One of my favorite poets…
Gay Cannon

In Love Again

I’d give anything to laugh, my friend
Feel new life in love again
Pluck bluebells for your bouquet
Smell May flowers as we lay

Upon spread quilt, mid-afternoon
Wind song plays inspired tunes
Her hands caress away iced pain
Under cherry blossom rain

And as we cling like shaking leaves
Our journeys end with sharing peace
In love again, this breathing bliss
There is no time lost while we kiss

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*Photograph is courtesy of UK photographer Fee Easton.  There will be a special One Stop Poetry Picture Prompt Challenge based on her photography on May 14th. Stay tuned.