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

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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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Poem 24: The Case for Love

Love is guilty in judgement, and the jury is only one 

Hung on Memories and Hopefulness submitting a compelling case against

Giving up on it- each alone stands begging you to remember:

Lying in bed while another stroked your head, counting the hairs

Silently and contently watching the calm in your face

Taking your hand into his palm just to marvel each finger- resting against his own

As if he wondered how someone so fragile and small could grip his heart so tightly

And ever-so-slightly loosening that grip to accept a most frightening concept

Accepting you…

Except nothing

Maybe he offers to shave “down there” or paint your toenails

Or pulls up a chair to watch patiently as you make

Yourself over for a date with him

However long that takes

Since you and he alone are the date

Satisfied in your company as long as

He is the one catching the last glimpse of the arch in your back this evening

While “zzziiiip” drowns out sounds of pleasure replaying in his head

Clasping those memories away for the duration instead

Fighting the desire of

Going back to bed

To make more love

When your eyes meet just to say,

“How may I love you today?”

So you hope for its rehabilitation

And again the case is in favor of

Love

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Poem 11: Selective Memories

Selective Memories

It’s good to spare a moment on days overcast with clouds- just to enjoy the memories of sunshine -the lovely and divine moments. Hidden or scattered- they mattered. Remember…

Rays that warmed our beaming faces and how laughter stiffened our cheeks that day ‘til our heads couldn’t stay down and our mouths could no longer control the stream

But we restrained the sound ‘til it escaped our nose, and sent so much glee to our bellies that sun showers poured from our eyes in a rush so powerful our sides… achedWith Meka

Why were we laughing like that anyway? The world will never ever know, but we all hold warm bright memories like those… when we excuse ourselves for we can’t control

Spare one….for just a moment or as many of them as you can find. And pull them from the comforting grip of the cavity at your ribs, and hold them up to your eyes, if…

…if that is the only way you can see good things. Just as the sun has never failed to rise- even when slighted by clouds’ blocking it’s light, good memories are always there when you select it

The glow of goodness  isn’t only in us; so many are making memories like those under our sun. When clouds are so low you can’t see or select any, believe that what shows is the beginning and are greater than one will ever know

-Meka

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Passion for Purpose: A Love Poem

Passion for Purpose: A Love Poem

My suit is bulletproof, bull_h_tproof, life and stress tested
Fire from my belly, I breathed out and walked across it for a chance at you
Heat could have consumed me but, I tamed it to…melt chocolate and drench fruit

But I fear you….my eyes see your enthalpy and plans for me
I follow your mouth but not the words dripping out; the discomfort is too loud
Oh but my body hears you louder– from the fuzz on my skin to the urgency in my veins

I push you away as your power overwhelms, yet you insist on mine
Asking what I would I give for your embrace; every taste of you summons my potential
My channels open and everything conspires that we come together

Invariably, in the whirlwind, centrifugal forces will disperse us
Who knows how or why, but from this view, they all looked just like you… Purpose