Daytime naps
Cashmere socks
Admirers, nightcaps
Massages while bumping Tupac
Wine at noon
Pedicures
Silver spoons
First edition literature
Nude photographs
Procrastination without consequence
Rowdy laughs
Making time for nonsense
Feeding whimsy
French lingerie
Languidly
Foreplay on fairways
Unapologetic
She offends
Skin and soft fabric
Her husband and boyfriend
He gives me tokens
Of his affection
Soft spoken
Adding to my collection
Glittery trinkets
His gifts make me glow
Forget
The boy I used to know
He makes time sprint
Sharing remember whens
Hints
Of back thens
A grown man
Solid, a boulder
My man
As I grow older
Men are like
manicures
Never perfect for long
Chips and cracks
appear at the first hint
of duress
The bolder the hue
the more glaring the imperfection
Ragged truth
hiding under glossy lacquer
Like manicures,
men are ready
for replacement
or change
After a few short days
Error: human
Forgive: divine
Secret: delicious
Stars: align
Affair: remember
Seduction: wine
Yes: more
Strength: spine
Tryst: luxury
Rise: shine
Ravenous: you
Together: fine
My phone rings endlessly
Selfishly
His questions full of fantasy
Whispering 'til I agree
He asks about my hair
Tells me to free my ponytail
Chanting--a prayer
Breathe, he says, exhale
I give
He takes
Do I forgive?
Oh, I ache
He hangs up inspired
Satisfied
I am admired
Our connection classified
He leaves me tired
Alone
Sleepy but wired
Holding my phone
I sleepwalk
At all hours
A model on a catwalk
My submission empowers
A sleep voyager
Navigating furniture and carpet
A drowsy provocateur
Grace and oblivion: a duet
Confident in my travels
Hip swinging, he tells me, so fine
Fluid, composed by Ravel
Operating in slumber--divine
I wake in different rooms
Coming to, enveloped in confusion
Trying not to assume
That daybreak is an intrusion
My nocturnal wandering
My nighttime journey
Risking everything
For my moment of free
Tip it back
Eat prozac
Try to attract
Say no to crack
Give feedback
Follow the pack
Leave Iraq
Cut some slack
Use Kodak
Bet offtrack
Shop Frontenac
Talk some smack
Drink cognac
Paint it black
Own your mack
Don't be wack
Just the facts
Have my back?
Hit the sack
*sonic repetition is the repetition of sounds in a poem
I can't help it
I like my writing to rhyme
Do you hate me?
I hear you
Louder and clearer
Than my own voice
You think I'm hopelessly uncool
(I know I am)
I need to be more avant garde
(This is true)
I lack modernity
(Yes)
I wish I could string mismatched
Words together with
Careless brilliance
Without rhyme, though,
My words seem incomplete
Half written
Like a child's wish list
An unfinished argument
Waiting for closure
Or maybe not
I have to make sure my shit's backed up
Giddyup
I couldn't resist
My rhymes exist
*A poem praising poetry or written about poetry, or even about the poem a poet is writing at the moment.
