# 24 – THAT KISS

My passiodometor swells

Every time I see this male

Inside I know we share the same dreams

Having mental conversations so we never ever speak

See we shared many moments like this

When he looks my way

Its as if our eyes kiss

That kiss

I miss

Like it

Exists

Like vision return to the blind’s eyesight

Like tiny shockwaves racing to my mind

Like millions of molecules combining at the same time

That kiss

I miss

Like it

Exists

Like the raindrops falling after a long summer drought

Like the final few seconds of the longest bout

Like the confirmation of a mind that’s been full of doubt

That kiss

I miss

Like it

Exists

Like the release of many years worth of yearning

Like the dismissal of class when the clock stops working

Like the escape of waters from the dam walls bursting

That kiss

I miss

Like it

Exists

That kiss.

#23 – THE CONVERSATION

Can I call you sometime?

Maybe we could discuss the metaphysical of us

And the lust we created in our past time

You know… the BC and the AD of our past lives

The one that intertwines you and I like a rope

One strand was you and in the same place was I… hope

You remember us like I do

Like how I am the beginning and you are the ending of the same line

Can I call you sometime?

Maybe we could debate

The ways, the how’s, and the where’s of the love we made

How our bodies combined and time/

Froze

Became nonexistent

The instant your fleshed touched mine

Can I call you sometime?

Maybe we could spend a moment to converse

If only I could speak the lines I have rehearsed

You know…

“I hate to like you but I love to want you”

“Hate to call you but I love to hear you”

“Hate to see you but I love to miss you”

“Can’t stand how you touch me but I love to feel you”

“Irritates me to think of you but I love to spend dreams with you”

Yea… those lines…

I’d say them to you if I could call you sometime.

FOUR  (For girls)

As the perspiration dropped

From the tip of your ‘locks

To the sole of your Reeboks

I slowly forgot

All about my journey home

Until I heard the trill of my phone

Outside of that there was just you and I alone

But that was mere confusion inside the emotional half of my dome

See you were more

Like a streetcar I desired for

Rocking my mental straight to the core

So I couldn’t decide between going home or…

All the other things I don’t know about you

Like how tall you are and what size shoe?

Or if you gotta kid… maybe even two?

And if there’s another lady you tryna pursue

Do you have your own car?

Do you live in a home not too far?

Maybe we could get a drink, maybe go to the bar?

Then sit at the park, on a cozy blanket, and wish upon a star?

But that’d be a date…?

And I’m not sure, so maybe we should wait?

To see if this is more than happenstance, could this really be fate?

Maybe, just maybe, you’re my Godsend mate?

But why rush it… there’s other things I need to say first.

Like what’s your occupation and how long have you worked?

And if you have a child, were you there for his/her birth?

And do you know the value of a real woman’s worth?

But as the time edged closer to five

Past me you walked right on by

I couldn’t be mad, couldn’t even question why

I just stood there dumbfounded, shook my head, and sighed

Because this was only what I thought

As the perspiration dropped

From the tip of your ‘locks

To the sole of your Reeboks

My pen lays the blueprint/of verbal archetypes/more powerful than Superman/My pen has no kryptonite/Because without it/There are no schematics/No prototypes/No semantics/And my pen still is/A greater warrior than Achilles/More seducing than Aphrodite/My pen is the judge, the jury, and the army/ Like the rooster at the stroke of dawn, my pen is constantly alarming/Sentences conquer and divide the page/The big joker of the deck, my pen is the highest spade/With it words contort and shape their own meanings/Found them woven together with no comprehension of what I’m seeing/Nouns slice the paper like grass meeting a machete/A barrage of bullet verbs attack the page hard and heavy/Like a chessboard/I just scored/It’s a wrap buddy, CHECKMATE/Unlike the bee that’s hit with the nicotine spray/

MY PEN…

WILL NEVER…

FAINT!

The finale for the night… I gotta rest now.

# 19 & 20 – LIMERICKS

            She called out to her lover

            He never did recover

            They ceased to exist

            His kisses she missed

            When she called him the name of her other.

            We walked on the beach by the sea

            Sang songs while the fish dance gleefully

            Embracing one another

            Our bodies we discover

          This boyfriend of hers and me

# 16 – Diamante

CLEAN/DIRTY

CLEAN/DIRTY

Clean

Spotless, shiny

Non-soiling, sparkling, freeing

Fair, smooth, stain, tainted

Darkening, spotting, fouling

Sullied, impure

Dirty

# 17 – ACROSTIC  (PATIENTLY)

            Part of me

            Aching

            To be

            Inside your soul

            Eternally

            Never

            Taking

            Life from you just

            Yearning

(PATIENTLY)

# 18 – QUATRAIN (Something simple)

            I wanted to write this verse

            To show how easy it comes to me now

            But these lines are my worse

            Cause they don’t end with a bang or a pow

the real quatrain for those wanting something less silly…

Silently I’m watching, my pen aimed and ready

He sees her standing there seductively, she is better than the rest

He approaches the prey slow and steady 

Then molds letters and sculpts words that tattoo her paper flesh

# 14 and 15 – CINQUAIN

Peace

I found

Inside of me

I am made anew

Whole

Tears

No longer

Trail this cheek

I know myself now

Free

# 13 – VILLANELLE  (THE STREET)

From my window I can see the street

Children playing, riding bikes

Cars drive by and the passengers wave at me

Neighbors gather with each other to greet

Taking time for conversations of the friendly type

From my window I can see the street

Where sons learn to ride on two wheels instead of three

And fathers watch carefully because fall he might

Cars drive by and the passengers wave at me

Mom takes a cake to the new lady she wants to meet

But I’ll just stay inside the cool house and eat a bite

From my window I can see the street

Prop my feet up on a stool and take my seat

Before a sudoku puzzle, I pause to take in the sight

Cars drive by and the passengers wave at me

The neighborhood overflows with people full of glee

What a happy little place filling the world with light

Cars drive by and the passengers wave at me

From my window I can see the street

ISLYmore © 11/6/08

Taking a stab at haikus…. Let me know if I’m doing this right.

1. Haiku # 1

angels guide us here

passion swelling our bodies

heaven is our bed

2. Haiku # 2

got there together

finally getting to see

HE makes me believe

Inspired by stillpoetic’s throwback.

#10 - THROWBACK

Bangles that jangle and dangle on the wrist/One-hooked overalls, striped tights, and babydoll dresses/Fanned ponytails and chinese-cut bangs/3A, 4C, and 5B were the only lunchroom gangs/Lunchtime games – tag, tetherball, and hopscotch/Ham and cheese, cheetos, and a fruit drink in the Carebear lunchbox/When $.30 was the fee for the sand dollar chocolate chip cookie/The first kiss behind the portable caused shouts of “aw sookie-sookie”/Doing the Running Man, the Reebok, and the Kid-N-Play/Cabbage patchin’ and roger rabbit’n at the block par-tay/Cause war began and end on the dance floor stage/And the next day is a new day, no matter what dance enemies are made.