Tag / romance

by Carol J Forrester

Unspoken Confession #DVersePoets #PoetryFormNight

Did you hear me say ‘I love you’ last night?

when I left the kiss of it on your skin

and curled my hands into claws oh so tight

wondered who led who, into all this sin.

Wondered if sin was what we’re really in

then lost the edge of my thought on your lips

found it again in the dips of your hips,

tried to tell you, that you were everything

the only one I trust when this mask slips

a lover, a partner, my rock, my life spring.

 

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Tonight’s form challenge is a Dizain. A ten line poem with ten syllables per line and a rhyme scheme that follows the pattern ababbccdcd.

 

 

 

by Carol J Forrester

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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by Carol J Forrester

He Sailed In On The Wrong Tide

You arrived too early,

at the point when my heart

could only shudder not flutter.

So unused to feeling anything

besides the grinding of pieces

forcing themselves to fit

into places grown too small.

 

Instead of heat pooling somewhere deep

there was fire along my hairline

inside the back of my skull,

with some primordial lesson still drumming

in the shadows of my DNA.

 

 

A tempo of hammering,

lungs creasing and collapsing

feet turned to lead still beating

with the panic of my pulse

as I let the miles run out of count

beneath me.

 

Catching my breath was a year long exericse

which when marked

only came up with a half score

of ‘could do better if she applied herself’

and ‘doesn’t seem to really understand

the subject matter discussed.’

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