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Fluff

I’m being very mean to these two pieces and posting them together because they’re both fluffy bits of silliness…. 


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I like you.
Stupid me.
Stupid you.
Me for liking,
You for being so likeable.
But alas,
So be it,
I like you.


There’s the first one. And this is the second.

Maybe

Maybe in another life,
If I still weave words
And you still write symphonies,
I’ll write you sweet nothings
And whisper them in your ear
While you play me a song
That only I will hear.
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Flash Fiction Friday #18: Dance

Let it be known that prance is an incredibly UNATTRACTIVE word.
fff#18: (inclusion) dance, glance, trance, prance, pants

she enters as the music dims to announce that dj prance would be supplying the tunes for the night. the club is dark and the crowd moves, almost in a trance, to the carnal demands of the pounding bass. she makes her way from the bar, drink in hand, to join the mass of bodies pressed together as they dip and sway in time to the music. she takes a glance around her, and their eyes meet. she bites her lip and their eyes say all. they meet halfway. his hands run up the length of her thigh and fingers hook on the loops of her pants. their bodies mold together as they begin to move in time. and then they dance.

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Ode To Cigarette Adonis

I’d like to make it explicitly clear that I am not a smoker and this poem is a glamorization of something that happened this one time….


Ode To Cigarette Adonis



You slip outside,
Cigarette in delicate hand,
And your perfect lips
Pull a pouty puff.
You tap the ash away,
And I feel it cry
Anguished at the loss
Of your closeness.

I thank the fates
Your languid draws
Draw out my time
To bask in your glory.

I take furtive glances,
Least the heavens
Punish me
For daring to stare
At their most precious.

You take your last drag,
And my heart breaks
As the butt goes the way of the ash,
And is crushed elegantly,
Artfully, under your boot.

You leave, but not before glancing,
And smiling,
At this poor pining mortal.

I never see you again,
But ever so often
Outside finds me
Cigarette in hand.
I do this
In memory of you.
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Deadly Sins

I want you.
I want all of you,
I long for your lips and body against mine,
And I don’t want to share you.
I want you all to myself.
I covet my neighbour’s time with you,
I envy any look that’s not for me.
What’s stopping me,
Keeping me chaste?
Maybe it’s pride,
But I’d give in to you in a heartbeat,
So maybe not.
Cowardice isn’t a deadly sin,
But it should be.