I Want Love

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I want....
Love.

I want that Disney Love.
The one when you look
At that special person
And you just know.
It might be instaneous
Or it creeps up on you.
In either case,
You end up just knowing
That the person in front of you

Is the real deal.

I want

Love.

I want that rom com love,

That first love,

That getting to know you love,

Where we are sharing

Our minds,

Our philosophies,

Our spirits,

Our souls

And eventually,

Our bodies.

I want love.

I want that hot, sticky love.

That transition from mental

To physical, but this time

It’s special because we know,

We know that my spot is

The spot on my neck

Below my ear and his spot

Is a secret I’m never giving away.

In this love,

We know to take our time,

And to make sure we both

Are left satisfied.

I want love.

I want that steady love,

That strong love

Where I know his shoulder

Is there to rest my weary head.

And through my hands,

Through my words

I will give him strength

Reserved for the deserving,

Reserved for him.

I want love.

I want that crazy, stupid love

That has me saying things

I never thought I would say,

Like “I love you.”

“I want to see

What our kids will look like.”

“I want to spend forever

With you.”

And the crazy thing is

I would mean it.

I want love.

I want that dynamic love

Where we would argue,

Would hurt each other’s feelings,

Each other’s pride,

Rip into each other’s beliefs.

But despite all of that

We could not imagine living

Without each other.

I want a love.

I want a tireless love

That has no expiration date.

An endless love

That is air for my lungs,

Food for my body,

Thought for my mind.

I would need this love

To survive,

But when it goes,

Yes I will cry,

But I will be comforted

That I knew this love,

And that love was real.

I want love.

I want a love to love.

I want a love

That wants to love

And be loved

By me.

I want

Love.

Drink, Drunk

My Modern Met

Drink
Drink
Drunk
Drunk

Delilah in my arm,
The acrid smell of
Alcohol,
Perfume and
The unmistakable scent of
Body Odor.

All that was missing,
Was the sharp,
Undeniable, so familiar
Scent of cigarette smoke.
The cacaphony of
Filtered,
Unfiltered,
Clove scented,
Havana blended
Smoke.

All of that was shipped
Out of bars,
Left to sit on the curb
Like rotting garbage,
But that did not stop
The few,
The committed,
The addicted,
To perch on said curb,
Like vultures as they inhale
Smoke.

They shipped it out
On the grounds of
The general health of
The patrons,
Those who smoked,
And those who didn't,
But still we find a way
To kill ourselves.

With each glass,
We drink,
Drink,
And get drunk,
Drunk.

Drink
Drink
Drunk
Drunk.

Dear Lover

I have to let you know that this poem is a little on the hot side so you would have to click the whole thing after the jump.

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Dear Lover,

A Conversation

A conversation began
Between an old woman
In a black dress
And a young woman
Trying to impress.

The old woman
Pondered the identity
Of this woman
Who stood beyond
Her doorway.

"Are you Raoul's wife?
Snr. Hernandez's girlfriend?
Or the wife of
The missionary who claims
He is here to bring
My girls closer to God?"

"Oh, no, Senora,
No," the woman replied
With a tone of
Respect the old woman
Had grown accustomed to
Hearing from the girls
Who lived in her grand house.

"I am here to
Ask for a job,
To be one of your
Girls," she continued.

"Why?" asked the old woman.
Why would such
A beautiful woman
Want to work
For me? thought
The old woman.

"Love.
I want to be loved,
I want to give love,
I want to make love,"
Stated the young woman.

At this,
The old woman laughed.
It was a long time
Since she had laughed
So fully,
So heartily,
That she savoured
Each Ho,
Each Ha.

"You will never find
Love here," the old woman said
After the laughter had ceased.

"Raoul does not love Gina,
The woman he visits
Every Wednesday at noon.
He loves the softness
Of her flesh,
The tightness of her hold."

"Juan does not love Maria,
He loves the way her
Expansive bosom
Swings like a pendulum
In time with his pace."

"The new Pastor does not love Juanita,
He loves the way her mouth
Gives him pleasure,
The pleasure he would
Never get from his
Good Christian wife."

"No, my dear woman,
Love has never been here.
These men do not love
My girls.
They just come here
To find a release,
Then they go home
To their women.
It is at their homes,
You will find their
Love."

With that said,
The old woman sent
The young woman on her way.
Another woman saved
From this unsavoury profession
That equated a woman
To a squirt of lotion
In a man's hand.
An ends to a means.

She hopped that
With each woman
She turned away,
She would be one
Step closer to getting
Into heaven.

She watched the young
Woman walk down the road,
And it was only
When she could no longer
See her that the old woman
Went back into the grand house
To tally the young pastors bill.