Lucy is a girl with many friends;
Twenty pairs of pretty socks sitting impatiently
In the top drawer of her clothes cabinet
Anxiously waiting for her to come home from school
To play.
They jump out at her,
Recognizing the feel of her excited fingers
As she pulls on the drawer handle
And accepts the advances
Of only one beloved pair,
Slipping them onto her feet
In the same way that she imagines
The Queen would royally adorn herself
In the softest winter stockings.
Yellow is always the first to say a sunny hello,
Almost outshining Green
As he inquires if she remembered
To place the plastic bottle in the recycle bin today,
Red offering her a band aid to cover the awful
Cut on her big toe
Which she got from running home too fast,
Blue ecstatically telling tales of his adventures at sea
Where he encountered a shark that swam right through him!
Lilac can barely be heard, sighing contentedly,
Pleased about the way the smiling orchids
Are learning to speak the language of
The bunnies that sip sweet tea
At the quaint café next door.
And White, well she's indifferent about everything!
As Kitty, poor Kitty,
Who, in the buzz and hum of sock activity,
Can only be concerned about sheltering herself
From the iridescence of Lucy’s oh so lonely moments.
If God would burn this fleshy, pumping organ
From the upper left of my chest,
I’d be grateful.
Deaden the nerves that cause me to ache
For this incessant pain-inflicting man
So that the cool bliss of being emotionless
Could dry my red tears.
Straighten my back
So that I could hold my head high,
Napps blowing in the wind,
As I return to the journey of being my happy self,
Unafraid.
I know not when, nor where, nor why,
Except that I love you.
The reason for heart racing, veins pulsing,
Eyes watering, membranes bleeding,
Brain freezing, lips trembling,
Skin goose-pimpling, feet tripping,
Is you.
Roses have no beauty,
Water quenches no thirst,
There is no air; no breath,
Nothing abounds and excitement is dead,
Unless there’s you.
The sweetest sonnet is written by the daft,
Music is made of a single shattering treble,
Juicy kisses are meaningless,
The taste of me is sour,
Until you come along.
The earth is dry,
Food is bitter,
The sun doesn’t shine,
All is waste,
Except that I love you.
Please
Hear him begging for his life
Apologies
For the destruction of her solitudinous existence
Begging
A chance to prove his worth
A new start
He swears she won’t have regrets.
Please
The other man
On his knees
Mouth full of promises
Apologies
For the drastic change of plan
Begging
For his chance at a threesome
A new start
He swears she won’t regret it...
Terrified
Willing
She drops the forceps
Lays on her back
And from her womb
Births a bright light.
