THE POETRY OF M. LUNA
ARRIVAL
a needle of light pierces the gloom
of the air -
surrounding my bed in its shroud
motes of dust dance in ancient rite
- celebrating the light.
while i, lazy and disturbed, rustle against
the newborne day.
trying to win a battle that grows
harder and rougher -
blankets that swallow; that cradle.
rising into the chill,
goose bumps ripple
nipples perk
bladder demand.
the world claims me for another day.
IN MY BED
what i feel when you touch me,
is like the thrill of an unexpected present.
a warmth that fills me from my
toes to my scalp. that engulfs
me like an oriental tsunami.
threatening to never let me surface.
the reality of you, weighing me down;
with your presence.
with your touch.
pounding as insistant as the tide
seeking sanctuary in the harbour
that i offer
finding solace in the pull of our tides
encountering release only in our ocean.
LOST ON A SMILE
lost, not comprehending.
wondering what do i do now -
now that i know.
know that you care,
that you aren't as cold as you seemed.
i make your heart skip a beat,
and all this time you never admitted it -
not even to yourself.
but i saw that smile
when i walked through the door.
the one that spread across your face
faster than you could hide it.
i saw that smile.
MIDNIGHT
gazing out to the darkness of night
seeking answers in the void.
but all that i find is your voice
seducing me with honeycoated words.
drawing me deeper into the darkness of your soul.
subjugating me to your will and desires
teaching me that you are not the only one
with a soul of midnight.
LA BELLA BONA ROBA
laying there staring
at you asleep and unaware.
you don't love me.
so why am i here?
i think - it is because you fill a need
base and subconscious.
so i guess i use you.
like you use me.
you deny it.
you say i am more than a piece of ass;
but less than love.
i am honest - to myself,
i know you use, and
and i know i want more.
but instead i settle for -
this.
MY NEED AND MY NEGLECT
so what did you expect?
me to crumble at your feet?
but i didn't. i walked away.
i want you in my life, but not apart of it.
can i have both?
i think i can.
but you find it hard to cope with;
my love and my independence.
my need and my neglect.
of you.
it makes you nervous. skittish.
i guess you have never been in this situation.
so i must wait -
to see if you will learn to love and accept
my need and my neglect;
of you.
THIEF
washing my hair, closing my eyes
...my time to be alone to think.
but you creep into my thoughts,
stealing me away to another shower.
so vivid are my thoughts, i can almost smell you.
smell your scent over the girly
fragrance of my shampoo -
which trails down my body
like your mouth had.
but my hands can't replace yours.
all i can do is offer myself a temporary
release.
making me wish, as i realize the water
has turned to liquid ice,
for another shower.
24 HOURS
i wonder if you know,
or if you would even care-
about that night?
while i sat motionless and
scared in the waiting room -
waiting for them to perform
their ritual upon me....did i
cross your mind?
while i sobbed fetal on the shower floor...
did you wonder how i was doing?
while my world spiraled out from me...
did you wish you could be there for me?
or did you realize
that your anger and apathy
(though it made a gash in me that has yet to heal)
made me only stronger?
SPIKED CANDY
i sit amazed.
staring at the ugly head that's been
reared in my face.
and i wonder.
is that really me?
i thought jealousy left a sour
taste in your mouth.
but it doesn't
its all sugar-coated and sweet,
fueling my body and mind
with a diabloic hig
that twists my love
into spikes of spite and hate.
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