moltenglory-writes

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[moltenglory]

Original en Español, and a translation

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One of my favorite poems from one of my favorite painters.

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Don't Answer That, Yet.

Transformative, isn't it?

To love a wild girl

with naughty smiles

and mischief eyes

and Bet You Won't dimples.

Transformative, isn't it?

To love a feral woman

with claws & teeth on you,

sunk in while you're

buried inside her.

Transformative, isn't it?

To love a magic lady

who makes words into songs

and poems into stories

and pours her spells on you.

Transformative, isn't it?

To love someone

who is genuinely unafraid

of your worst & best

and shows you hers.

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A Poet's Lament

The poetry is gone again

it slunk away in the night

after I'd been unleashed

from swallowing my "I love you"

and could pour it into your ears daily

instead of loving you silently

stealthily, hiding my love elsewhere

because you've been careful

with my heart, my mind, even my ego

the "show" part of your love

and the "tell" part becomes the "show"

a portion of our mating dance

the dance that connects our lives

entwining 2 lives, and 4 lives, truly

each step kept in sync with the love

the throbbing pulse of hearts

separated by miles, but not by minds

a likewise commitment to obsession

healthy obsession! the tender kind

the kind that drives away the poetry

as an unnecessary locker for love

and only occassionally, when I'm romantic,

do I take the poetry out and work

mining romance from words

delving deep in the bedrock of the heart

to sort the fool's gold from the real ore

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Questions on a December Morning

Is it the holiday spirit in your eyes

blue like twilight sparkling

stars peeking out over steamy coffee

or are you just that beautiful to me?

Are my fingers cold in your hand

scarred and cracked and trembling

working hands entwined with working hands

or do you just radiate that much warmth?

Is my skin sticking to you afterwards

with heaving sighs of grateful love

our scents mingled and melded

or are you just that magnetic to me?

Is it so hard to let you leave

last kisses before final kisses before 1 more

burying my nose in your neck

or do you just want to stay that much?

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your sweatshirt smells like you

and Waffle House

cheap coffee

Kentucky winter morning

your fingers in my hair

and the taste of you in the dark

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Patience, Darlin'

When you call me beautiful

I both believe and don't believe you

because you make me feel beautiful

but you're one of two who have

and the other knew me young and wild

so middle aged and worn down

doesn't seem very beautiful

compared to the roses of youth.

But you are not a liar

so I believe you find me beautiful

and you're very convincing

in removing my fear

in seeing my worth

in holding a mirror up

while you argue with my old habits

so I can see what you see.

Its not that I don't trust you,

it's I don't trust myself

to let the light inside

and allow it to fill me

without the darkness fighting back

and swallowing me whole

while you're helpless to save me

because I have to save myself.

Be patient with my untrusting heart,

she's been through the wringer

and she thinks she knows everything

because she wants to break the curses

because she wants to know deeply

because more than one love

isn't anything she knows yet

and she's scared she will frighten you away.

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Lost

a dirty little ring

ground into muddy grass

the wear of decades

scratched into the gold

gritty and rough

edges catching sharp

gemstone crooked

and engraved in the band,

"Forever and a day"

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Cut to the Chase

Slice the tension

like my Achilles

and spring it free

severed regardless of outcome.

Its not enough

to ease in

release the balloon

or to slowly let on.

No, a knife, a scalpel

a surgeon's precision

and confidence

is needed to say it.

I almost did

say it, that is

in your arms

Friday night.

My courage failed

my trust turtled inside

afraid you wouldn't answer,

afraid of being alone in love.

But a knife!

A serrated edge

of brave fortitude

is the only way to tell you.

So let me cut

hack if I must

and confess my stupidity

at waiting so long.

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Submission for the prompt "knife" by @picklemafia.

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torn and shredded

hand-sewn repaired

stitch by stitch

replacing tattered bits

patching over hurt

but my well-worn heart still beats

like many tailors

the bespoke craft stymies

confuses amateurs

most are hobbyists

taken dead serious? a craftsman

can mend a broken heart

but what awaits

is pain, always pain

because fixes leave a mark

a residue of repair

each stitch a lesson

and others wonder how it heals.

choices made refinishing

weak spots, worn fibers

will leave a trace

a shadow, an impression

even envy, confusion

from those who won't learn the craft.

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Mutuality changes the poetry

a relief valve is less necessary

to let the extra love trickle out

because it gets spoken every day

the well isn't dry though

the pressure is still high

it just speaks itself into the universe

across phone lines and satellites

words aren't leaking as often

but that doesn't mean the poetry broke

it just means it's more precious

harder to express in the daylight

the words are less frantic

but more developed, more careful

intentional writing for heartspeak

instead of a place to hide love

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hand in hand

wandering forward

down a path so wide

its a meadow

plenty of room to grow

ambling slowly

picking flowers

tucking daisies in our hair

but occasionally we tumble

together and naked

in dark glades

where we are animals

biting, moaning

our rutting viewed

only by envious maples

and willows weeping

never having known lust

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it's 4am

and I'm yearning for you

like a country song

without the liquor

or the tragedy

its the absence

of your warmth

soul and body heat

that leaves me empty

not the separation itself

I'm used to lonely

but "used to" and "enjoy"

are two different feelings

and there's nothing enjoyable

in this distance

I step carefully

around demands for your time

I focus on lifelines

texts, calls, memes

little ways to love in the meantime

I never expected

the depth I found with you

night ocean dark

unknowable leagues

unblinkingly swallowed

Its scary to admit

that I feel again

after years numbed

ice queen tough girl

healing warrior melted

But I know what I'd lose

if I got frosty again

just to prevent hurt

that hasn't happened yet

so my heart is open and warm

I won't ask you to be gentle

you already are

but I can give you care

where you wall off

love you where you hurt

For all my protestation

and claims of wanting casual

love wormed its way inside us

linking us, starving animals

to heart food we lacked

For today and tomorrow

and all the other days

until my last breath escapes

you will be loved

my Wolf and my friend.

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Just Lovin' On You

Just lovin' on you

beaming the ache of absence

into the universe between us

5 hours, but it feels like days

close to my ears on the phone

whispering flirts and compliments

pretend that these emojis smile

for me, at you, and pretend

that it's the same as my eyes

beaming proudly into yours

feel the tug at your heart

and the pressure in your jeans

when you imagine my laugh

my blush, my nose crinkle

and let it be good enough

to just be lovin' on you

until you are with me again.

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A golden weekend

honey clear, sunny

lighting the crisp sheets

we lay tangled in for hours

limbs entwined, sticky

love made, and made

and made again

and one more for good measure

love swelling hearts

eyes linked and chained

little happy sighs

settled in koala hugs

losing count of orgasms

as the sun sets slowly

in your glowing eyes

bury me in your arms

and pretend we won't leave

when the clock ticks tomorrow.

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In the dark I held you, big spoon, nose pressed into your shoulder. Your scent is soap and man and love. You snored softly, our sweat from earlier sticking my thighs to yours. And the chill northern night made me cuddle closer and though sleep was impossible, I was content to lay with you.

Our single early August night was not a fluke, and the hurt those weeks also held is a faint scar and an opportunity to learn about each other. The deep night burn in my soul from that night made it easier to negotiate the pain and more sensitive to yours. And my hand softed the hair from your brow the same.

I waited for dawn with eyes closed, listening to the loons on the lake wake up and the wind rustling the leaves off their branches. It came slowly, so I savored you resettling with my head on your chest, legs entwined, and you kissed my forehead sleepily. The spot where your lips landed seared me and my loins ached against your thigh.

The sun broke over the lake and your eyes opened, full of desire. And you took me, hair a mop and sleep in the corners of our eyes, as if I were the most beautiful creature in the world. And I shuddered and suffocated a moan into the pillows as I climaxed. But I wanted to see your face and bruise your lips and mine, so twice more you pulled me under you and we locked eyes as you filled me. Foreheads touching and you growled finally, dropping your mouth to bite my shoulder hard.

And we stayed locked together for a long time, breathing in sync and placing little kisses trailed all over each other's faces. Drowning in oxytocin and dopamine and your eyes, I set the moment to memory. And we savored every moment until the clock called us to duty and separation, eating our fill of each other and still leaving hungry.

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Empathy's Cure

I want to soothe you

rub your back in slow circles

finger comb your hair back

kiss between your shoulders

pillow you on my chest and hum

let my warmth recharge you

send you back into the world softer

safer, more gently than you're used to

because you deserve care and love.

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