Posts Tagged ‘kiss’
Old Me
Posted by: Farah on: May 14, 2009
- In: poetry
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i now sometimes wonder where
the old me went.
did she die a miserable death
to match her painful existence?
or does she live in my chest,
keeping my heart beating
through reminders of what she used to be?
or maybe she still lives in me,
a skinny, emaciated girl
underneath the skin of a woman
who smiles even when she’s sleeping now.
her tears [...]
Love Experience Part 1
Posted by: Farah on: April 5, 2009
- In: poetry
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when i sleep,
i drool enough to keep a goldfish alive for the night.
one morning, i awoke
with my wet cheek attached to the bare chest
of my man holding me tight.
he opened his eyes and looked down,
then took one hand,
wiped the drool off,
kissed me on my forehead
and went back to sleep.
and i felt love.
Too Busy?
Posted by: Farah on: March 28, 2009
am i too busy
for a kiss?
my lips love to run,
jump up and down in
articulation of words that
travel faster than i can
think
but now they’re thirsty for a drink
of you.
ice melted, slick, and cool,
you know how we do.
you know how we do:
innocent pecks turning into
freestyle cyphers of tongues,
cheeks, hands, necks.
but i still can’t figure out
who flows the [...]
Wet Feet
Posted by: Farah on: March 16, 2009
- In: poetry
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new touch with an old face
but fresh feelings.
it’s funny–the old me
was too numb to even know
that these nerves existed,
that i could be myself in my own skin,
that you’d appreciate my blemishes;
that i can lay back and be silly
without false pretenses.
i’ve pretended
that i’m ok with being lonely forever
and the hurt i faced in the past
had me [...]
Wishing for a Kiss
Posted by: Farah on: February 25, 2009
- In: poetry
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wishing for a kiss like
new toys on Christmas
or mom deciding to do the dishes
or a canceled appointment with the dentist.
i’m innocent but womanish,
beaming like a child
yet unable to control the power and magic
that lies in my hips
and these lips
burn sensually
and they’re asking,
“Will you meet me sometime soon
in the place where the full moon
reflects in the [...]
Battle of the Sexes
Posted by: Farah on: February 6, 2009
- In: poetry
- 7 Comments
hardened as i may try to be,
i can’t run away from the fact
that i am in fact,
a woman.
i am strong without a doubt,
able to do whatever i set my mind to,
but inside i am soft as tissue,
sensitive like scarred skin,
delicate as seraphim and cherubim
and spend my energy cherishing
everyone around me.
sometimes the weather gets cloudy
and i [...]
Fake Lovers
Posted by: Farah on: December 30, 2008
- In: poetry
- 4 Comments
we are fake lovers,
spinning on a broken record
that’s our jam
that causes us to dance
when we jump out of our crazy,
lonely lives to listen
to each other breathe into phone receivers
and wish for more.
we had more, baby.
we were Bonnie and Clyde
speeding down a highway
where reality chased
and there was no damn way
we were stepping on the brakes.
we were [...]
Make Me Skinny
Posted by: Farah on: December 9, 2008
- In: poetry
- 3 Comments
God, please make me skinny.
remember when i was little girl
and i had long limbs like Twiggy?
well now i got a big ol’ booty, wide hips and overpowering titties
and i just wanna be skinny.
remember when i was younger
and i had long limbs like Twiggy?
and i asked you for some sexy, my period and titties?
well i take [...]
I Have a Secret
Posted by: Farah on: December 3, 2008
- In: poetry
- 7 Comments
i have a secret, but don’t tell nobody.
i want you to…
kiss me.
maybe it was the spark in your eye
or the fact that night was crawling upon us,
tickling the side of my neck,
but as i glanced at you,
i wished i could be honest
and reach over and speak to you
with my lip language
to find out if you [...]
December Showers
Posted by: Farah on: December 2, 2008
even though it’s cold outside,
i crave spring-time love.
not out of necessity,
but the pure, simple complexity:
energy rushing through the beats in my chest
and spreading to an extra sway in my hips
and curve in my smile
and spark in my eye.
even though my skin is now dry,
i feel like sticky pre-summer nights that never end,
where the sky stays [...]
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