Why do you look away,
as one pretends,
From her, the sun-kissed
country girl
Or maybe she’s
a gritty city girl?
Caring for others
from the start,
She’s grown a warm
and passionate heart.
Although she’s not as
prim and proper;
Like them, she’s
not pale skinned and sheltered,
Why keep her like
a stranger from your friends?
Tag: poems
Boiled Peanuts
Are boiled peanuts something
you would eat
The simmering water makes
them extra sweet
Though they’d prefer their
sitting on the shelf
And this is nornal
As I’ve been boiled
mostly by my self
But agitation makes
the rest more sweet
And I’ll rest sweetly
when I watch you sleep.
Love Lingers
The smell of perfume
wafts into the air
And sounds of knocking
beg upon her door.
He waits outside, his head
still wet with dew.
And for a moment,
her heart delays.
Then, jumping from her bed,
with hands wet with perfume,
The sound of footsteps
flutter on her floor.
But only his sillage
still lingers there.
Rashless
I’m found again
lost in antiquity.
Attachments made
and broke by ill intention?
That of old
now modern iniquity.
For reasons
much “too complicated”
to mention.
Home
Take me to the old dirts
just outside of Rome.
Allured by the Smoke
Escaping Ash.
I’m longing for
my heritage, for home.
The old gardens,
Is that warmth
too much to ask?