I will dress you
in chic black
high on the thigh.
Or in virgin white
angel pure.
Or in elegant
expensive
designer gowns.
Or in raw denim
tight as a skin.
Or crisp in cotton.
Or luscious in leather.
Or smooth and sensual
and sleek
in silk.
.
I will dress you
in a thousand ways
for the pure joy
of undressing you.
Slowly.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written five years ago. Sometimes relevant
Art by Casey Baugh
While we’re standing in the middle of the fire, trying to understand what’s worth fighting for…
I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not worth getting burnt for the sake of the people around us,
Who keep judging every single step of the way.
©ZeinaA.G
I’m done looking after your heart,
When you’ve broken mine.
I’m done pushing you up,
When you keep bringing me down.
I’m done explaining myself,
When you refuse to even listen.
I’m done giving you excuses,
When you should know better by now.
I’m done with the past,
And these useless chapters that keep hindering positive outcomes.
©ZeinaA.G
My heart is broken in places where it can never mend.
Over a loss that can never be replaced.
I can’t go on forever waiting for you to notice what you’ve done wrong.
I can’t keep faking a smile,
And pretending everything’s okay,
When it’s eating me on the inside.
I can’t keep dismissing your mistakes,
Especially when you keep pointing a finger at every single decision I make.
I can’t stay quiet over the lies you keep repeating,
But I can step away so far,
Until you’re only repeating them to yourself.
©ZeinaA.G
I held onto you as long as I could,
And maybe it was my fault for making excuses,
For the way that you behaved.
I held on because I loved you,
I engaged with your immaturity,
And your lack of support.
When things got tough ,
You ran in the opposite direction,
And stood on the wrong side,
Which hurt me in many ways.
It’s like taking that deep inhale,
And holding that breath until you suffocate.
Now that your true intentions have uncovered,
I see them!
I see the direction you’ve chosen,
And I’m ready to exhale.
I’m ready to let go.
©ZeinaA.G
As we grow older life teaches us to be responsible for our actions,
For the words we say,
And the way we react to certain problems.
Just because we reached a certain age,
It doesn’t mean we can say anything we want,
And it doesn’t mean that others need to respond quickly to every single word we say.
As we learn to live without our loved ones.
Hardships teach us to be humble,
To stop, breathe, and smile.
As we grow older we learn,
To navigate patiently through loss.
We learn to grieve silently in times of adversity,
Instead of pretending that we’ve seen it all,
And that we know everything.
As we grow older we learn,
To stop having tantrums when people don’t respond to our orders.
As we grow older we learn,
Not to laugh at other people’s vulnerabilities,
Because we all have them.
As we grow older…
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“The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.” Frederic Lawrence Knowles
That Time Again Tilt for tat, the ground shifted so, it was that time again when moon put on her evening wear and danced a little anticipation of solstice in advent of summer's welcome return to evenings of wine and stars on cicada wings, and thermal balm as love floated so gauche with seasoned knowing. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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She lies in darkness
Hiding, in her own shadow
Waiting, just for you
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Empty Pages
It is difficult to write when you are in pain
when you just want the pain to end
so you can write
Empty pages stare back at you
Wanting your words to fill them
You can sense their hunger, the need to be filled
But your words are angry
And you have already written
too much angry poetry about pain
Chronic pain leads to blank pages
with nothing written on them
for days
You will feel better, hopefully soon
and your empty pages will be filled
with the loving words that make you
The Tennessee Poet
~The Tennessee Poet~
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The Reluctant Poet 