Conversation Hearts

My man is fire 

and never tires. 

tells me

He loves me

In every way 

Even in an email. 

Too cool attitude 

Sadly never met my love bug

Tells those suffering from

Thirst 

“Nice try but my girl is

The best in the world”
Anytime your love talks,

Listen

Especially when making decisions. 
Kindness is the tool 

To use to avoid looking

Like a fool, 

Tell them they’re great 
And appreciate their worth.
My love is a good time 

Even its just a phone call

To say hey babe
You plus me 

Equal trust

Your presence is

Just enough 
My man, my man, my man
No longer hopeless 

But feeling blessed 

Stay here 

My star 

Sometimes you have to be

Far

But just kiss me

Like you’ve missed  me
Yes now 

Boy you’re mine

My partner to unwind 

 I see you 

I smile especially if it’s been

A while. 

A foxy lady only for my man
He tells me,

“I’m the real deal

Only for you.”
 

Together

Heart beating
a feeling
patterns into a name
then a face
appears
as
sudden
as summer rain.

after the first kiss
you’re never
the same
whispers
to be reunited
with the one
you love.

grateful to stars
illuminating
the way
guiding me
to create
my own fate

Gone

Once a solitary Sanctuary 

My own space

Place

And escape from

The world,

Became what I dreaded

Most. 

Alone alone alone 

In my own splendor 

A haven of laughter and friends 

Free

To do what I pleased

No one needing from me. 

Independent to a fault. 

But hearts get lonely 

And search. 

Warming up

At the glimpse

Of a new face

Opening the door 

To a new version 

Of home. 

Welcoming kisses

In bed warm

With the one 

You adore. 

Playing house 

And the idea of

What it’s like to be 

A spouse. 

Making dinner

And baked goods

The secret ingredient 

Was always 

love.

Dreaming 

Creating fantasies 

Of what we hoped

Would one day become reality.

But we were 

Struggles and hard times

Casualties 

Using every

Quarter 

Nickel

Penny

Dime

Thinking of get rich 

Quick schemes. 

Thinking creative 

To survive a

Scarcity 

Of money.

a prison made

Of insecurities 

And hauntings

Of romances past

Yells Reverberating 

Off the walls. 

Saturated with screams

Succumbing To

the worst version 

Of selves,

Picture perfect 

Is never what it seems.

Wanting to runaway 

Fearing 

Foreseeing 

The fork in the road way

Divided 

Left like

The summer wind. 

The phantom of memory 

Now a permanent resident.

Purging 

Us 

From our 

Humble abode. 

Only choice 

To leave

And close 

The door

With no return. 

Amy Amy Amy

No you weren’t good
You are the best.
In trouble
But you weren’t the type
To be saved.

Voice echoing
The irrevocable
highs
And
Lows.
voice
Paints with
Every emotion’s
Color.
Your music
the soundtrack
To each of my
Heart
Breaks.

I always
Find myself
Waking up alone,
Suffering the abuse
From alcohol.
Searching for
The elusive he.
He that can hold us
He that is
stronger than us
that Will love us
tomorrow
And after that.
He that will bond
An everlasting we.
I want to know him
And what it’s like
To love him.

I knew once
What it’s like to
Love from the soul
And what it felt
Like to have your heart
stole
the lesson learned is
Tears dry on their own,
With most men
It’s best to
Just be friends.

Because
Love Is a losing game
And each battle
I’ve lost.
Still hoping
To one day
Win the war.

Your songs
Nectar for my soul
Endless repetition of your
tracks
Although you faded to black
Amy, I just want you back

Teacher

Leaves droop down

Before it rains

First lesson before

We were friends.

Learning a new code

Of how to live

Helping me to grow wings.

Now understanding the Moon

its cycles and

how it affects an attitude.

Voice etched with Honesty,

describing how music defines

the Universe.

Practicing to love

Without it being

Reciprocated

Giving every

Inch

Minute

And

ounce of my soul

Fulfilled with the

deepest love

I’ve ever known.

illustrated how I was

a natural stone cold

beauty

professing, you are

perfect to me

an angel in disguise.

But Became wise

to see

Past the game

And its lies.

disciplined

In keeping secrets

Mastering how to

Face disappointment

Again

And

Again

Concealing what I felt

Choking on unspoken

Repetitive thoughts

Never heard

Come to me

He said and said

We deceived

Were each other’s pet peeves

But had moments of serenity

Spirits connected and at ease

Holding on to hope

Trying to desperately believe

That we were meant to be

Not just

Push

pull

Gifted me a

vital lesson.

Walk away

from anyone that

Won’t let the mind rest

Feel your best

Makes you take bullets

To the chest

Depressed because your

Voice is oppressed

Only calls to see you

undressed

Has you stressed from

The incessant staring

Of another woman’s breasts

Makes you forget that

You are blessed.

Break the cycle

pass the test.

Sick

Doctor delivered

The diagnosis

A cliché case

Of unrequited

Love to the poet

Doctor described

The disease.  Your

Heart was stretched

Broken, now Jackson

Pollock red

Strings

plucked

One

By

One

Body shakes in waves

Cycle of anger, sadness,

and longing. Jealous

Thoughts will eat

Away at your brain

She prescribed

Reading and

Writing poetry

Every single

Day

Reading Neruda’s

Poem 19, weeping

To words so bittersweet

He understood her

Sorrow and pain

He wrote, love is

Short but forgetting

Happens maybe

The next

tomorrow

Her heart cried

Tears, she didn’t

Know she had.

Alone, she fell

alone

Beating butterflies

Now  Decrepit Upside

down,  but still she

yearned

and yearned

she saw him everywhere

even in a stranger’s

stare, her greatest

source of inspiration

yet

spoke in poetic

verse to be understood,

she never knew

how strong mind body

soul could connect

But alone

She fell

Alone

He left a footprint

In her soul

She hoped the

Cosmos would hear

her cries, mutual

Love would be

The reply

But she couldn’t

Wait Participate in the

Sweet torture

Agony anymore

She now ignored

She followed the

Poetic prescription

Heal from the description

but she will always love

Him till her end.

Jaded

We’ve never said

hello or goodbye

don’t know the warmth

of your body or life

by your side

I wonder about

your voice. Maybe

I’ll meet you and make

the wrong choice.

Untitled

He wrote her

words solidifying

he was a love

that would rock

her soul

shook her to

the very core.

He gave only

crumbs leaving her

hungry

Battled an internal

war should she

stay or go?

bliss by his

side

spirits flying

high

that smile

she recklessly

adored

but he would

ignore

desire for others

would show

revolving bedroom

door.

She needed

her love returned

dreams to be real

hope restored.

Now walking

a tight rope

balancing

to prevent

from falling splat

doubt holding her

faith like

golden torch

lighting

the way.

She screamed

to the sky

she loved him

moonlight her reply

Truth was

it broke her

to say goodbye

so she’d be there

through

the highs

lows

Sitting

waiting with open

eyes to witness

the sun she

would never

see rise.

Bliss

It’s that first

kiss, hungry for

his mouth and

everything south

 

My little furnace

bodies intersect

each time feels

better yet

 

He knows where

I want his hands to

roam, his chest

my home

 

 

Joy explosions

radiating waves

of happiness from

head to feet

 

Not knowing when

we’ll meet again,

I’ll miss you

till then.