Category Archives: Love

Extended Nest Emptying

I don’t remember sadness when the nestwas emptying – I had so much to do,there was no leisure for a heavy chest.The kids were old enough, and able too.I have some recollection of a fussI felt inside, when each was … Continue reading

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After a Dream

I wonder have I grown too old to like a peer, if I could meet one interesting? Perhaps my heart’s too callused now and sore, and throbbed too many times to sense the spike of Cupid’s arrow loosed while on … Continue reading

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Lights

I listened to the song you sent, and it demolished me. I understand just what you meant — it’s where I want to be.

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Imaginary Dialogue

I don’t even like him but that’s no excuse to stay mute.I’ll fantasize good conversations together instead.Reality often can pale and leave ears destitute,so I will continue our dialogue inside my head.For that’s where he asks me the questions about … Continue reading

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Ignoring You

Ignoring you is not a goal for me.But carping hot and bothered like a shrew,your shrieking carves the only path I see:ignoring you. When I share bothered feelings like I do,you leap to denigrate my familywith facile observations, never true. … Continue reading

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Romance

My love’s comportment won’t embarrass me.I brim with pride instead of shame, in fact.Nobody else can share my privacy. My darling doesn’t do discourtesy,but flourishes as my ideal of tact.My love’s comportment won’t embarrass me. I’d relish what would be … Continue reading

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Sex

I think I wasn’t very good at sex,she stated recently, age 70.As if there were tutorials, complex,athletic, something like pornography.As if a mate who does my man expectshis way with her to mimic his with me.I wonder they don’t know, … Continue reading

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Emotional Impressionism

A lot of love but too much wearinessI witness while abiding here 4 days.A dour attitude that would suppressa little mania. A tiny crazethat may enlarge, in unremitting stress.The teary eyes, lugubrious displays,vague fantasies that consequence disrupts,and not much more … Continue reading

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Portal Take Two

That bedtime call we’ve both come to expectdid not go well. Devolving to a bawl,his parents moved to sternly disconnectthat bedtime call. I’ve known the boy since he was four months small,and as his visage crumpled, I felt wrecked.Aflood with … Continue reading

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On She Who Would Be Loved

Her sister’s plan seems odd to both our wits,but we decide to live without a man,so we see strategy that contradictsher sister’s plan. Continuing cohabitation’s spanis destined for more punishment, and bitsof bitterness. We’d rather watch a ban. But we’re … Continue reading

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