From my left hand broken
Though my body is whole
You know it with yours
Raw honey from my ring finger
To your neck that velvet
Spot below your ear
Milk and marble cake from
My mouth on your birthday
And on mine.
-M.
Tag: Love Poem
Every Woman Look Here (found poetry: haiku)
Upright love with young
Women only mesh sex vid-
Eo sex photos…
-M.
(from the WordPress Reader View of an entity that follows my blog)
Soon Is a Dirty Word
You’ve said soon
A thousand times it doesn’t
Make me miss you any less
It doesn’t manifest in ether The smell of you either I miss
That scent like flowers
But manly in a way
That makes me laugh stop
Making me laugh I seriously I do
Miss you
I want to say
Your tender touch but I
Don’t want to sound stupid and
I want to say your rough touches too
But I’m too mad to be
Dirty with you
Right now anyway the way
You put a dob of
Cream cheese frosting on
The tip of my nose that time and
Licked it off I hated that
My nose smelled like spit
For what seemed like weeks it
Wasn’t funny to anyone but you
I miss that too.
-M.
Open
If you ask for blessing
With both fists clenched
Where does your lover
Lay the present
And how do you
Unwrap it?
-M.
Controlled Substances (NaPoMo Day 4)
My pharmacist’s assistant boyfriend
gained weight.
It brings us closer as our fingers
touch over the Hydrocodone
and our wrinkles show
and our noses shine
under the fluorescent lights.
I say in a low voice
You know they’re for my mother.
He leans forward and says
so gently
I know. I remember you.
I tell him they’re for my mother every time
to prompt his sweet nothing.
I am unashamed. I flounce
out of the pharmacy with my narcotics
and swing my hips with purpose.
-M.
(I’m starting a little late for National Poetry Month’s 30 in 30. I owe you three. I’m on it.)
M. N. Ashley 