Us

After we make love

I will wear your scent all day

Better than perfume

The essence of our passion

I breathe us in and I smile

This Is Incredible

Neil Hilborn speaks of love and OCD.

Crossing Fences

“It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

Hear with our ears

Listen with our hearts

It’s only our minds

That  keep us apart

Can’t hear what you say

When you talk so loud

Got my ego in my ears

Acting too damn proud

image by SueAnn

To cross the fence

To compromise

Don’t mean I’m weak

It means I’m wise

Just cause I’m different

Don’t have to hate

Try to understand

Communicate

Break down the lies that

Separate us

Alienate us

Trash, berate us

You might not like

Everything I do

But still respect

My point of view

Why can’t I hold 

My own god dear

Without holding your 

God in fear?

In the end 

What's there to gain

by causing people 

So much pain?

So many scars

That never heal

How long before 

We just don't feel?

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Poetry for Peace 
and dVerse Poets Pub, dVerse Poetics, Through the Artist's Lens 

and BlogBlast for Peace

Piano Man

Morning Sonata

I went with you to the practice room

watched you play piano

Your fingers hit the keys

and another pin fell into place 

in the lock deep inside me

Your style was not graceful

You didn't coax music from the instrument

so much as expect it

demand it

Yours were hands

not to be trifled with

I wanted those hands to unlock

the music I thought had died

I wanted those hands to make me sing

love songs 

in the key of ecstasy.

submitted for Thursday Think Tank, #92 Key, at Poets United

Tell Me

I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with.
Tell me how they failed you or
how you failed them.
I want you to tell me that each one of them
even at their best
could never compare with me
even at my worst.
Baby, tell me
that you knew love
but you never knew god
before you made love to me
(or is that putting words in your mouth?)
Don't tell me I'm perfect;
Tell me how you love every one of my faults
because it's mine.
Tell me how even when I'm on my knees
it's you who's begging.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Mary's Mixed Bag

(prompt was to take a first line from a poem and riff on it. I chose "Asking Too Much" by Andrea Gibson)

Mirror, Mirror

Scar
by ~AnnaMariaDeMari

Get out

No more chances

Promises, promises

Take your sweet words and choke on them

We're done

Too late

Save the tears to water your lawn

I've cried too much, too long

Without you, babe

I'm strong

submitted for Poets United, Midnight Snack 007