By Maladroit

Fingertips spelled trysts on my inner thigh-
My Paramour,
and I tried to catch each secret letter
but it is the freckle, the one above his eye,
where my mind tends to linger.

There is something delicate about sun-kissed lovers.
A promise, of sorts, that maybe someday,
you could both walk in the morning light together.

So between our heavily happy sighs,
and through my wild, humid hair -
I pass that quick flash of a smile,
agreeing to meet again.

17 mosquito bites as blemishes of evidence,
I tiptoe back into my sleeping house,
careful to make my way around the worn, hardwood floors.

My pulse beats out curse words down to the stairs,
though, my heart is rather fond of these obstructions -
despite my shaking hands.

As I pull back the sheets,
one fleeting moment of panic- How must I smell?
Like sticky, midnight, summer sex and a hint of an unnamed lover?
Yet my mind hugs my guilt, warmly;
turning all those anxieties into a sweetly hummed lullaby.

I spread myself out upon the cold and empty bed.
Contently, I reside alone.
My moonlit room abruptly shifts my focus -
Staring up at me
two, tiny, tan lines on my ring finger:
My manumission.

and I smile at my collection of affairs
allowing each of them to pursue-
to win-
to dream-
and to believe the Morse code is dangerous.

This electric shard of lightening is merely an illusion
it comes quick
and it goes by fast

It is not their fault,
as they do not know-
that if they had all of me,
they would not desire me anymore.

Thus, I am inclined to practice magic.

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Copyright 2012 Maladroit
Published on Wednesday, July 18, 2012.     Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"
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  • out there On Sunday, May 21, 2017, out there (169)By person wrote:

    I can only agree with all below. This is very cleverly written from beginning to end. It's dark, especially towards the end but it's also frivolous and playful. very enjoyable read.

  • tmanzano On Saturday, April 16, 2016, tmanzano (209)By person wrote:

    I miss you very much B.... I miss your intellegence. Your weaving wayward words that lead me into visceral visions. I so wish you would write here again. Thus is my most cherished read from anyone. It's is flooring. Please come back some day.

  • tmanzano On Saturday, April 16, 2016, tmanzano (209)By person wrote:

    I wrote this somewhat drunk.... and remembering reading you late Like nights like these. Pordone the misspelled words and fat finger typing from my cell phone. Ha!! As if you were reading this right now. Fuckin whore... Come back here and write something for me!!!!

  • tmanzano On Friday, July 26, 2013, tmanzano (209)By person wrote:

    Isn't it that way with most of us who tip toe in the night... We share only pieces of our selves. The sides we want them to see. because "If they had all of me they would not deisire me anymore". Sometimes I wish the "evidence" was even noticed. Fantastic write. Identified. The quiet guilt was defining.

  • A former member wrote: How superbly you have captured the feel of the movement and how unhindered the stream of your thoughts flow.

  • Dreaming in Stanzas On Saturday, September 22, 2012, Dreaming in Stanzas (300)By person wrote:

    I feel inclined to hate you. You are beautiful, intelligent, and a poetry magician. Unfortunately instead of hating you I find myself wanting to sneak into your dreams and steal your thoughts. This is amazing as per usual.

  • Alchemist On Saturday, August 11, 2012, Alchemist (683)By person wrote:

    You are a very powerful writer I have been waiting for someone of your talent for love poetry to grace this site but your work is so much more than that aswell. I imagined every wet dream being a mistress and the eternal guilt I would have if my wife only knew about them. On a lighter note my wife is very cool and probably wouldn't care, lol.

  • Devilish On Thursday, August 2, 2012, Devilish (2647)By person wrote:

    Just so you know I have pre planned buying a motor vehicle so I can find you and tie you up and make you recite these things to me so I can hear it like a song bird.. lol.. sorry I am just sick I guess. Scholar

  • Devilish On Saturday, July 28, 2012, Devilish (2647)By person wrote:

    As I pull back the sheets, one fleeting moment of panic- How must I smell? Like sticky, midnight, summer sex and a hint of an unnamed lover?.. You never ever ever fail to give me chills all over my body.. Your fucking amazing. damnnnnnnnnn.................. Scholar

  • Six-Out On Saturday, July 21, 2012, Six-Out (1432)By person wrote:

    This is... wow.

  • A former member wrote: Amazing write. I loved this. Well penned!

  • FadedBlues On Wednesday, July 18, 2012, FadedBlues (2161)By person wrote:

    ...delightful afterglow. I can imagine the hotspot of you where you're practicing your sticky magic...

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