March 29, 2011

RED LIPS STICK

Her red lips stick in my mind
I can’t escape the thoughts called what if
I can’t run from the fantasy of touch
And I have to embrace the fact I have followed through
To see what the end was like in my move-me

 Her red lips stick in my mind
Stuck on telling temptations of consent
To let them explore my thoughts and my body
And my lips too

A taste awaits the touching of 4 of a kind; two pair
No room to spare conversation
Let lips talk
Tongues mediate and hold on…
I’m translating a range of motion
Range of feelings
A rising confirmation that heat is on high alert
And I’m signed up for the what’s next class
That starts right now
And the only requirement is to study lips
And take test with lips
Do research with lips
Go deep with lips
Until I get my L I Phd
Sealed with a kiss and red seal of satisfaction

I wasn’t trying to write this
 Or even say it out loud
But when I saw her red lips
My ever present bully, lust,
Moved me out of the way and said
Imagine. Now. Do it
As I fell prey to the only weakness
That dominates me; ME
But I am blaming it on her red lips
That stuck in my mind
Stuck on my mind
Because I want to get stuck with hers

Even if it’s only for a moment
Just to put lips and taste together
And see if it equals the satisfaction advertised
When her lips caught my eyes

©2011 Wayne Box Miller

March 10, 2011

WHAT IF

I told you stars are overshadowed by you?
Excitement is a fan of yours
Victory roots for you
And I do too

What if I told you?
I made reservations for you
In my heart with 24 hour access
That gets accessed 24 times a day

And what if
You found out
You’re not the center of my universe
You are my universe
And I’m in orbit
Like planet solo
I have rings like Saturn
Called possibilities
Of you and I distant from the world
But closer than a milky way
In the hand of a kid

With sweet love, like berries ripened
From the vine of ready or not
Under the summers sun
Cooled by the evening moon
To taste just right
In our own little world
Spinning on ask this; Tell that
Share drives; Love’s alive
In the eye of lovers
Without a cloud of doubt

What if…if what you just heard
Struck a nerve
And the if turned to you and said
I need to leave…
Goodbye what if?
Go be someone else’s possibility
While I introduce her to definitely

© 2011 Wayne Box Miller