I am in need of peaceful days and restless nights lost in the tangles of love’s clutches silhouettes dancing in candle birthed shadows soft, firm caressed as you take hold of my breath chest against my back warm sweet breath on my neck already I’m breathless hands running to breasts feet thighs gently massaging swiftly …
See I’ve been wrestling with this monkey called depression for some years, and he occasionally, hangs out with this gorilla named alcohol, and for a while in high school, he hung out with this baboon, buffoon weed, and every time I swear I got him beat and I love my life or so it seems …
I would have posted this last month But May was just all too much for me. My older sister, who this poem is dedicated to, was murdered in 2005. Last month her birthday (44th), mothers day and my niece’s college graduation all happened within a matter of days of one another. I was a hot …