The Bumble Bee
Rock 'n' Roll Honeypot
Saturday, November 30, 2013
I Think I got It Right This Time
At times, like these, I imagine an escape.
Escape, grab your hand, and fly.
Fly, not fall, soft into the present.
For at present moment I am in bliss.
Bliss as a well-kept house cat.
'Tis true, I await your return.
To purr and nestle against your side--
Patiently, 'tis true, I await your return.
To undulate under your firm pet.
Perhaps I am your canary?
Happily I'll wait in my cage
Till you lift my cover sheet and I can sing in praise
Of thee--
Let's fly to the present.
Yes, be here in the present.
Presently for me, ne'er would I believe, at present, I could wax whimsical words about you--
All the while, all the better.
I know why the caged bird sings.
I know why some burn effigies.
Because all this Damn distance is oh-so real.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Untitled
A long time ago I though you loved me.
A long time ago I though I loved you.
Maybe we forgot?
Maybe we never stopped?
I really need to know--Is it time that I let go?
Or give it one more shot?--"Funny," said the pan to the pot.
This is neither fun nor game--Truly, it's my life.
My mountains call my name--Her gentle whisper tames
The fire sign within me--the incessant wild flames
Tames me to a tea-light flicker at the end of a sweet wick,
This is neither fun nor game--Truly, it's my life.
A long time ago I though I loved you.
Maybe we forgot?
Maybe we never stopped?
I really need to know--Is it time that I let go?
Or give it one more shot?--"Funny," said the pan to the pot.
This is neither fun nor game--Truly, it's my life.
My mountains call my name--Her gentle whisper tames
The fire sign within me--the incessant wild flames
Tames me to a tea-light flicker at the end of a sweet wick,
This is neither fun nor game--Truly, it's my life.
Monday, March 11, 2013
Effortless
She's so effortless, she
doesn't even know—
Keeps me coming back for more,
Keeps me knocking at her door.
She's so effortless, she doesn't even know—
Her gaze is where it's at,
She sways like a tabby cat.
She's so effortless, she doesn't even know—
I don't know what to do,
But I know I'm into you.
Isle of Sappho
How do I tell you I want to see you naked?
How do I let you know I want to take off your
clothes?
I’m curious of your femininity—
The shape of your breasts,
The scent of your hair,
The taste of your lips—
So sweet to kiss.
How do I tell you I want you?
This feeling’s so new—
I’ve never liked a woman the way I like you.
In typical fashion, I bare myself to paper.
Pen as my witness, I desire your flesh.
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Thursday, February 21, 2013
End Notes
And now we resort to
name-calling.
And how I've turned from brat to bitch—
And how you've turned from daddy to ditched—
I suppose I've finally grown up.
And how I've turned from brat to bitch—
And how you've turned from daddy to ditched—
I suppose I've finally grown up.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Confessions
Wow, so amazing
So amazing you are
You are with your pretty red hair
Your pretty red hair and your rosy red cheeks
Your rosy red cheeks are lovely enough to eat
—
I love to eat.
So amazing you are
You are with your pretty red hair
Your pretty red hair and your rosy red cheeks
Your rosy red cheeks are lovely enough to eat
—
I love to eat.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Private Message
Tell me all in a single kiss.
Do you love me?
Do you need me?
Do you lust me?
Do you see me?
Tell me all in a single kiss, or forever hold your peace.
Do you love me?
Do you need me?
Do you lust me?
Do you see me?
Tell me all in a single kiss, or forever hold your peace.
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