I just love the way
your hand touches my back when
we’re walking through rooms,
like I belong to you, and
I’m so happy to be yours.
59/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
I just love the way
your hand touches my back when
we’re walking through rooms,
like I belong to you, and
I’m so happy to be yours.
59/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
there’s no one to put
a happy face on for now,
so I won’t bother
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You texted me
out of the blue tonight
asking me for pictures
of us at The Limelight
and I wish I had some
I wish we’d taken some
photos on that pulsing floor,
but we never did.
All I had was a tiny
square of a photo of us,
boobs smashed together
in black fishnet shirts
with leather collars
tight around our necks
and smiles from ear to ear
my darling girl.
I remember only
bits and pieces of
that night we spent together
there at the Limelight
but I remember
dancing with you
until I could barely breathe
a thing but your name.
I miss you, too.
57/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
I always wait til
the very last moment of
any given day
to get the things done I need
to feel good about myself.
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If you want to know,
I shouldn’t have to ask for
any of this now –
it hurts to do this so much,
to keep on feeling the need.
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