Yet to come

[hester_prynne]

An outer space
exists
in my mind.
An eternity,
condensed
within this mortal,
if you will.
Aliens dart in and out
without invitation,
dressed up
as thoughts.

Some I dare,
no I beg,
to let me contemplate.

Like hot sexy mama
in her spanks.
She intrigues me,
surrounded by old males,
viagraly in want,
to get inside,
her act.

I ponder her "vaniglee" intensely.
It might be lovely.
It might not be so lonely.
Definitely it's securer,
and presents on her birthday.

Other aliens arrive,
staying or going
as they will.
I don't notice,
until one,
who looks like me,
presses her weightless point
against the pliant wall
that separates us.

She holds an ancient
sign up
just for me to read.
"Older, wiser, better player now.
Don't go back".

I come,
to my senses then,
moving on
in my cosmos,
distracted to happier reveries,
despite ol hottie.

I'm silenced like trees are,
into a steady,
securer beholderment,
making up new words,
for old poetry,
that's yet to come,
yet to come,
yet to come.

[mnaz]

Some I dare,
no I beg,
to let me contemplate.

Yes. Sometimes they keep shootin' thru,
and I thought we covered that space,
tricky space, always a new moon shot.

"vaniglee"... love this, a new coin?
Seems quite a lot of work... "vani-work"...
not quite the same ring.

Better player now,
in the flow, it seems.

[Lightning Rod]

this is saucy, hest
(I say it sassy)

forgive me for imagining you in your spanks

[Arcadia]

sometimes your poems are a big original smile!!!!!!!!!

lovely!

[hester_prynne]

I appreciate your kind responses to this, although I must say that I thought it was a lousy write myself.....whiny? maybe.
You all are too kind.
I think self-doubt can eat me alive sometimes.
Then other times, it can't even bite down on me.
sigh.
Maybe Zen for me, is being able to look self-doubt in the eye and smile at it.
big smoochies of thanks....
H