#david benes

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The Moon

I was once in love with a woman named after the moon. And much the same as that beautiful elusive celestial body, so to was she truly unattainable.

Heady, dizzying nights of passionate lovemaking, followed with days of unrelenting arguments and screaming. A strange cycle, recurring and repeating over and over again.

Passion and anger, love and distance.

A scene from a movie, as we lay in the back of my truck, staring at the stars, watching the sun slowly rise on our last day together.

Soft, kind words of love lasting forever and distance meaning nothing. But alas, time would be the greatest adversary.

My hope is that the moon shines as brightly as it used to for me.

Art by: Steven Benes

Words by: David Benes

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Flop Sweat

Sweaty palms and nervous laugh,

I summon every ounce of courage I have.

I walk to you through the crowded room,

My thoughts racing, foreboding doom.

 You smile softly as I say hello,

Do I appear scared? I truly don’t know.

Clumsy and awkward, I struggle to talk,

Fighting the fact that my lips want to lock.

Uncomfortable silence, as I think what to say,

When in all reality, I should just say good day.

But still I stay, and give it my best,

I’m afraid my heart might burst out my chest.

You seem to be listening to my every word,

Why is it then, that I feel so absurd?

Alas, I quickly run out of things to say,

I meekly ask for your number, and you tell me “No way!”

“I understand.” I mumble, as I turn away,

“No wait, you misunderstand me! Please stay?”

I turn back around, and to my surprise,

Her smile is almost as big as her eyes!

She reaches out, and grabs my hand,

My heart starts to flutter, I wonder what’s her plan?

“I’m not rejecting you at all!”

“I simply want your number, so I can give you a call.”

I can’t believe this is happening, this babe’s such a doll!

Is this a dream, I think I might fall!

“You see,” She says, “I’m really quite shy,”

“But for you, I want to be the one who tries.”

I think my heart has just skipped a beat,

Am I even still standing on my own two feet?

I give her my number, and she writes it down,

Who could’ve known she's attracted to clowns?

Art by: Steven Benes

Words by: David Benes

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A Quiet Moment

The calm before the storm.

Before the screams and fighting, before the explosions and laughter.

Before the sounds of gunshots, and bones being broken.

Before the death defying leaps off buildings, the insane machinations of the lover, and the loss of human life,

she stops for one quiet, brief moment, to smell the roses.

Art by Steven Benes

Words by David Benes