Poem 44: Why I Will Fall in Love

Unpublished from Jan 2014

I’m going to dive head first
Into water or concrete
Thinking of only
The cool dip of my fingertips
Can’t imagine anything
But swimming
Forever on one breath of him- even

Wear white again
If it meant I could spend
My life with him
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Poem 41: I Am Not Afraid

From the series “What would I say…”

Warm skin grasped

Quiet laughs

We may never comprehend

Sacred ground shared in our laps

A temple of prayers and tears

Life and love over their years

Dark places in all states

The pleasure, joy, and the pain

Decades among two tiny frames

Yet a moment is all that remains

Clasped in these hands of ours

Enshrined by life’s marks and scars

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Poem 38: The Perfect Woman

By Meka Love
“Excuse me,” he said
Breezing past the perfect woman
Her attentive smile upon him
He’d only see if…
Eyes weren’t fixed on a vixen
Smacking her lips
At a text message
Before she ignored him
Called him boring and
Friends forewarned of her
Mileage
Calling them childish
He accepted the challenge

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Poem 37 – Do I Make You Nervous?

Do I make you nervous?

Don’t be
I’m just a person

Do I make you mad?
Relax
I’ll need my oxygen back
I don’t feel safe
In suffocation

You don’t look well
Like you’d love me death
And then love me to hell

Do I make you nervous?

Not on purpose
Take a deep breath
Dive below the surface

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Poem 36: Semi-Love Story

By Meka

Spent my whole life
Waiting for one like you
And the rest to forget
How we are almost perfect

How everything I’ve ever wanted
Came packaged in the one gift
Too expensive to open
I couldn’t accept it

But it owns me
And it holds me like
I should see in his eyes
How much he adores mine
And he can’t surmise why I
Let him when it’s all I desire

Broken, but God only knows
Maybe I’m taking for granted
Nothing can take what’s meant
Given precedent, I’m unconvinced

And too old to be selfish
But I’m working on it

Enjoy! Like, share, and don’t forget to follow.

Love,
Meka Love

Poem 33: While I Still Believe You’re Everything

By Meka

Hold me in your breath

Mouth to mine and whisper my name

Like the only name left

Collapsed in embrace to dance in your fragrance

Off-beat or awkwardly sexy, bare tippy-toes atop your feet

Following your lead

And the trail of kisses buried beneath my cheeks

Like no one can see.

While I still believe you’re everything

And these petals still think

They’re flowers

Love me like first and last memories

And tomorrow’s no promise of ours

Each moment is a gift, isn’t it? Thank you for enjoying my first love poem of 2014. Like, share, and don’t forget to follow on Twitter! ❤

Love,

Meka Love

Poem 32: All Night (Adult)

All Night

By Meka

All night?

From his lips and the call of smooth silk
Loosening his tie side-to-side to hear it
Quickly zip-line across the collar starched, crisp
Focused on button by button, unbuttoning each
Plus both brushed cufflinks, anticipating…

Alllll night

Say the clinks of wedged fingers unbuckling at the waist

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Poem 21: Part 2 – Second the One

2nd part of the series “Second the One” by Meka

Sell me the dream,” I think
Gazing intently atop my drink
Careful not miss his rendition of the familiar speech
These lips can sync it by heart and memory
Recalling files of familiar lines from the Top Shelf
Tipsy enough to amuse myself

But the muse, myself
Instead is listening attentively-
Admiring how seriously
He takes life but not himself

Makes punch-lines land smoothly
Amid run away laughter
Drowning out the sense to tell when it’s time to

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Reading of Poem 27- Southern Metropolis: A Love Story

After challenging myself on facebook.com/lovemekanism to satisfactorily read one of my poems, I finally read Southern Metropolis: A Love Story in a YouTube video. Much better than the first time I tried a similar challenge.

Southern Metropolis is a love story metaphor for artists in metropolitan areas or small towns who believe they must leave everything behind and move away to achieve their dreams for many reasons– perhaps the lack of local opportunities, possibly limited support in a divided community, or simply that arts may not be seen as an acceptable way to make a living there. It is part tragedy, part endearing, part “unsaid thing“, and all love and art. That’s still appealing story to me. I’m happy to have been able to write and share it- now read it to you.

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Poem 31: Decency to Lie

By Meka Love

With this ring I
Request permission to
Take you for granted and

Push til you can’t stand it
And scream it
Knee-deep in regret; get

Upset at the wrong things
When you can’t leave me under penalty
Of the law and God

Take this bling
As earnest money for
The sum total of your

Hopes and dreams
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