Closure

Biting her champagne lip
eyes focus upon his fingertips
Wind pushing her blonde hair forward
one question hangs in the air toward
closure...her voice trails off
He envisions her sharp nails
softly caressing his heated skin
right before it all began
and oh god her sighs
how they fueled his moans
pressing his thighs against her
breathless tones right before she ---
came here because I want to know
instead of watching you leave
can we please be friends?
He says yes -- suspiciously
too eagerly, too quickly
bringing relief to her sick
queasy upside down stomach
thank god I haven't undone it all
She is comforted by him
unaware it is the end
and that he will never call
again

Pre-Confrontation

The clouds are an eerie shade of purple
Blue skies are too rare during this season
Naming the people who deeply hurt her
She's unable to admit the reason
Why love had to be so brutal at times
The fantasy she believed has vanished
Her mind now a graveyard of goodbye lines
Any hope for his friendship has tarnished
Angst filled music softly plays on repeat
Her stomach tightens at the husky sound
In twenty four hours she'll face her defeat
His voice, his laughter no longer around
Will she have the strength needed to defy
His firm, final words; her desire to cry?

Decision

I'm working up the nerve
Will you help me understand it all?
Only a best and honest friend
could make the final call
Encouraging me to follow through
and ask the difficult questions
Making me see
some people just leave
and that's a painful lesson
To learn and to accept
when trying to understand
what changed so drastically
so suddenly -----
the last time I held your hand

Seventeen Seconds

I want to fuck you and forget you
for the next seventeen days
Masturbation is a librarian's term
to describe the quiet ways
you make me squirm in every position
against the cold, hard door
seventeen hours of confession
absolves me of being your whore
Then I become your stripper
one slutty exotic dance
around your slippery, silver pole
might lay a second chance
Smoke rings before my eyes
remind me of the clock
that stays on full rewind
whenever we start to talk
I didn't mean to seduce you
actually, I meant to do it all
Some pornographic non-recluse who
cannot refuse the call
of the raw and primal instinct
to fuck you and forget
the mess that lingers around us
when our rhythm has been set
I'm going blind without you
my fingers are soaking wet --
but seventeen seconds is all it takes
to be in permanent sexual debt

Lockdown

Hey Everyone...

Thanks for sticking with me. I have emailed each of you a protected username and password so you can continue to read my sometimes fringe, gritty, raw and honest poetry if you wish.  Stay well and keep writing. Note: This is a temporary lockdown.

- sv

Brief Act

I.
One more lie
was all she could take
before she began
to contemplate
bringing love
into her heart
just long enough
to tear him apart

II.
She sat in front of you
doing her best
fumbling over words
tender heart beating fast
Telling you how she had been
abandoned in the past
Do you feel better now
getting that off your chest?
Yes. Thank you.
You are the best.

III.
Behind your tightly locked door
and the way you ignore
her attempts to understand or reconcile
How everything seemed right
until one single night
you hid with her ransomed smile

IV.
She knows she won't be missed
and you've easily dismissed
that you became number one
on that painfully selective list

V.
God...you are so beautiful
sparkling, sultry, sapphire blue eyes
soft, silky, sun-kissed thighs
but did I mention you will play the fool...


- for cb

Wisdom

What do you say to the friend
who just can't understand
why a silent goodbye
holds absolute power?
Forget him. Soon he'll see
the reciprocity
of the damage he's done
He's a fucking coward


--for cb