Slowly Goes By So Quick – #NaPoWriMo Day Three

Does it count as taking your time,

pausing between each item

fingers on clasps,

heartbeat a tempo dancing

beneath the skin

in a skip, skip rhythm

I felt against my breastbone.

 

Slid my foot along the seat

of a chair like the one I sat in,

bare skin cold

against the plastic.

 

Counted the buttons,

two,

four,

six,

stopped

when they ran out

and fabric hung loose

from my shoulders.

 

Open.

 

Parted my thighs the same,

slow,

or maybe fast,

the motion of it blurred

in memory

distracted by your face

close to mine.

 

Open

mouthed.

 

Kissed you,

slowly.

 

Open legs.

 

I won’t say what we did

next.

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Safe Keeping – #Quadrille #DVersePoets

I’ve kept all the pieces of you that I could find.

Stored them safely,

wrapped away

in a box somewhere hidden and warm,

until I can remember how the puzzle goes

and slot you back into yourself,

a little more fragile perhaps

but whole again.

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A Garden Variety Hurt

I looked up what ivy was supposed to represent,

after we called the man with the poison

to clear the wooden fence panel right to the root.

This creeping plant,

that works its way between the cracks,

and closes its fist so slowly,

so quietly,

that you cannot see the brickwork break,

it’s supposed to represent friendship.

I thought about you then,

how I’d failed to see how deep you’d planted yourself

until the moment that you cracked me clean in half.

Like ivy, you keep coming back

no matter the cold or the drought,

there is no prying those tendrils loose,

no poison that will make this shadow of you wither.

I must live with the damage you have caused.

I must somehow learn how not to crumble.

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