First Kiss

Wanting but scared
unsure but drawn.
Tell him, "NO!"
"Yes!"
Why does he persist?
He must
see right through me.
He comes close.
Our lips meet.
I will
not resist.

A strange familiarity;
the scent of his breath
the taste of his mouth
extensions of my own.

His lips, unfamiliar.
His existence, I have known.
I have kissed this man a million times before.

Bondage

I feel a burning desire to write and try to free my mind of the burden of wildly racing thoughts and ideas because I am in bondage. I long to be free.

Sometimes I sit to write and try to channel my thoughts, but they race and become fragmented quickly. My thoughts are nuclear fission taking place in my brain.

Driving in my car profound thoughts are born. Once I hit the pen and paper the thoughts or ideas are gone from me forever...I must have A.D.D. haha.

The life?

Bein' single is the life
no man to call me his ol' lady.
Come and go as I please
no one to press
"Where's my supper!?"
Peace and quiet no angry yelling
just me and my thoughts
and the sound of
cars drivin' by
neighborhood dogs barkin'
kids playin'
the wind blowin'
the trees leaves clappin'
the grass blades whooshin'
grasshoppers hummin'


Damn.... I'm lonely.