tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425375371562955192024-02-08T08:10:11.244-08:00Calculated Spontaneity- anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08918615747559367752noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242537537156295519.post-26833776359189292632011-02-01T14:40:00.000-08:002011-02-01T14:43:28.850-08:00No LongerLeft on the broken porch<br />Ashes under her bare feet<br />Hands empty and open<br />Eyes watching it float away<br /><br />Alone on the cracked concrete<br />His smile in her eyes<br />Lips parted in a snarl<br />Heart bleeding under her shirt<br /><br />Feet planted on packed dirt<br />Eyes staring glaring forward<br />Fingers trembling remembering<br />She will wait no longer- anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08918615747559367752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242537537156295519.post-79334523614527565292011-01-27T13:37:00.000-08:002011-01-27T13:44:49.131-08:00WaitingHe put her heart on the shelf.<br />His lips said NO and NEVER<br />But his arms said WAIT and SOON.<br />So, she held her breath<br />And her heart sat so pretty and still.<br />He came back to check on her.<br />With a flutter of anticipation<br />Her pretty heart sweetly glowed.<br />He smiled and held it gently in his hands.<br />His lips whispered sweet words<br />And the fluttering moved into pounding.<br />Her breath caught as he softly whispered<br />NO WAIT NEVER SOON.<br />He placed her heart back on the shelf.<br />With a glance over his shoulder,<br />He smiled his sweet smile.- anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08918615747559367752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242537537156295519.post-70074292937629111712011-01-18T13:43:00.000-08:002011-01-18T13:50:55.407-08:00InsomniaWhen she can't sleep, she lays on her side with a pillow held close and whispers to herself, "Let's go somewhere else."<br />Behind her closed eyelids, she travels to a place where she is miraculously thin and confident. Pandora plays her background soundtrack and a warm 1950's cinema glow softens the edges. This is a place where the crush on her boss is justified by her desire and he is just as drawn to her. Events unfold as she dreams ... a rain storm, a dark room, a hesitant kiss, a passionate kiss, her hands in his hair, their bodies coming together ...<br />What is she wearing? Where is his wife? Where are his kids? Will someone come in? How long do they have? What would happen afterward?<br />Another fantasy fucked by reality.<br />She rolls over. The pillow spoons her back. She closes her eyes tightly. "Let's go somewhere else." She's thin ... a trail, a crisp fall afternoon, a handsome stranger ...- anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08918615747559367752noreply@blogger.com0