Lorene Kinsey

The words haunting, comforting,
A fragment of my past drops in
Makes her random visit
To shake my once fragile world,
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Showers down like broken glass
Upon the girl who weeps
Life as known changing fast
Cannot escape in dreams.
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Leaves of green are turning fast
Another wonderful year has passed
Bigger now than the one before
Learning everyday more and more.
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Sense his eyes peering over my words, imagining
My curls falling over the page as the blue ink
Bleeds my thoughts, envisions them blond, soft
Today he is wrong. Turn my ring back to the light,
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On a trip down memory lane
Stumbled into my past of pain
Looked for the words that stained the walls
And the homemade faces Aunt Rose made for dolls
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Had a minute to jot this down
mark our evening together.
Like to write a poem before or
after memorable occassions
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Speaks of her, the mother of his children,
The team cheerleader, the only woman
Foolish enough to ever love and leave him
With such disrespect and ill intent
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Pressed flowers or pressed fairies,
it’s all the same to me,
a dream inside the pages of a book,
screaming to bring back a memory.
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I think daily of making love to you
embracing, fingers wrapped in yours,
heart races at the thought of your smile
can’t believe I have been so long without
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Wrestled as most buddies do
Grunting, elbowing and head butting too
All of us were taking turns
And I was winning as often he
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Slip into my office for
a moment to close my day
Slipped carefully off pink high heels
To give my pigs a break.
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I remember how she used to tell me what to do,
Always pushing me to choose what is right and proper
Bored me with her saintly ways when all I wanted
Was to lean in for one more kiss, for the feeling to
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Fills my mind with images of his lips
making laps over mine, deep, gentle,
violently colliding his tongue against
my tender folds, moist, purring,
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Virgins on that April day
When all our patience had
Given way and in the leaves
Of early spring the love
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Ah, the one by which all others are measured—
Took him by his hand out into the world
as he clutched the door frame. It took that,
being dragged before he smiled,
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Offer little in the way of affection,
Flesh, an invitation, not taken
Hint without the motions are
Like night upon the falling star.
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Historically anticipated embrace,
Silence, stillness, trembling lips,
Aching to taste that distant kiss.
It’s been too long without,
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Whisper in the dim lights
Of dark computer screen
Just above the music
Dancing through each scene.
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Story book of my unfolding life,
Anxiously flipping pages,
Hopeful that it will be clear
What was mine
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Once I knew a junk collector, quiet as could be
Acquired miscellaneous items, then tucked away neatly

Now this is just the beginning, my what a shock
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