Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I can’t see a time when we’ll talk again
But I’ll be thinking about what your wearing when.
With which sip did you betray?
The last touch, a slip, your tongue-
But I felt it in more places then one.
As you’re parted lowest lip pulled it yielded mine with one last nursing.
You leave. With waves of you still in my body,
I lay free yet bewildered where you lied.

I could never tease you in our final weeks
You got what you wanted but that was then.
If I had to do it again, you’d beg for it like when
Your body first picked up on my sent.
I could hear your breath quicken- the wind
Of the fan on my naked body as I approached your bend
With no luck all of this and we hadn’t even touched.
My metal belt buckle you unhinged as soon as it
pressed against your warm white skin.

Well I wonder, on a whim
Do you think of me when you sigh.
I don't wish or wither,
only remember the warmth of being
wrapped in something that never was mine.
But being married is much different then being alive.

You want to write me now, don’t send me a line
Write me something I’ve never read before baby
because without government documentation
apparently nothing can be said or read
and where’s the value in words justified time after time
by men who never wanted nor could live a life like mine.

I told you our relationship was just as signifigant
without the wedding ring and rent but both love
and rent are four letter words. I guess you'll learn.

I bare the public mark of both our witchery
You as well as I know the risk of being kissed
And I thought I liked it best in low light
Seems you would prefer darkness.

I endorse this curse
In hopes you'll pay for what's worse.


If I'm just a lonely witch who laughed
Then for a short time were you
Nothing more than a black cat crossing my path?

You’re leaving me to burn for both our sins.
Who’s wielding the whip and will you never cringe.

You have tasted my lips..
You will hear me sound and point to you
While they burn me to the ground.

I remember the warmth of being.
Being married may not be close to being alive, or at least closer.
Or at least let me play through.

KD, this one just rolled of the tongue, i enjoyed the internal rhymes as well, and the tiny pauses, smile, there are always pauses i guess and this poem showed that. You mentioned in your other post "It Was Never You I was Thinking Of" that you thought this one wasn't all together, well i think this one was more together than the other, i don;t know... perhaps the structure, perhaps, it's just i'm more intuned with your work, by that i mean, getting to know your style of writing or perhaps the content, i don;t know but this one seemed more up front, clearer, so to speak, not sure if you know what i mean.

p.s and i forgot to mention that yes the beginning of my poem is kinda similar to how yours starts of. Good pick up. Interesting eh. *smile*

becoming a fan,

thank you

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maybe... I´m re-reading Heart of Darkness, to maybe finally close the XIX century!!! Bienvenido/a de nuevo Kerouac & Dylan?!!

new and old all at the sametime.....

heart of darkness, great book if you can get past the racism....seriously though, its weird how no one ever talks about that.

raw...just curious, somewhere else you said you like to write from different perspectives (male/female, etc) i picked that up in this piece too and i just wondered if you write from own experience? either you write from inside, which is great, or you are a brilliant writer to be able to capture such feeling. much enjoyed.

god I wish I could write from different perspectives...

the last two poems are about pretty much the exact same thing, that for better or worse actually happend. I have a friend who's getting married, I knew at the time I was involved with her that she was engaged and her husband kne2w about my involvment with her but in my heart of hearts I nievely thought she wouldn't get married, before we were involved and during our involvment i would talk to her and it seemed like her getting married to him was a bad idea, infact talking to him it sounded like it was bad idea. but they did it anyway.

this was written during the events, the other one was written after they got married or just around. the other one also is about another "friend" who i was also involved with, a different time, who called me up in the middle of the night and told me she knew that for her it was unnatural not to marry a man.

so had a lot of inspiration i was also listening to artist who i felt expressed similar things and i kind of refrence them in some lines.

never written from another perspective but i think it be a great exercise. i should try it.

okay. no, the "different perspective" thing, i think, came from something you said to Perdida in another thread about maybe coming across as a man in some parts of the poem and intending it to be as one woman to another or either way...don't worry about it. i probably just read more into what you said and carried it over to this poem too because for some reason i got a male/female voice confusion again in this poem. but again...don't worry. you be who you are. that is enough. i do enjoy the rawness of your poetry.

about that comment in the middle of the night and the actions of your friends...i guess we all make our choices (some rational. some not) and then we have to find the balance in our lives. about "being married is much differrent than being alive"...yes, that is true (for some of us). but again we choose how we react to it (consciously or unconsciously).

true, we do choose how we react to things. Which is why I love poetry!

because if you met me in person, i'm noting like what this poem feels like, i mean i am and i'm not. I still keep in touch with my friend who got married, and I try to support her as best I can.

Poetry is wonderful because it gives you the ability to sort of let the tiger out of the cage and then you can put him right back. I would say inside, once a person gets to know me i'm very passionate, sexually and emotionally but on the outside i'm very nurturing and supportive...i love being both but poetry give me the oppertunity to explore my more passionate side, passionate like full of like you say raw emotion, i can explor within the saftey of the poem my feelings that are real but also tempered in reality by my rational or you know that part of your brain that protects yourself from emotional harm....its theraputic poetry isn't it?

i wondered in an earlier poem if Perdida if she thought by reading the poem as to whether i was a man or a women. and how that changes things, if a person thinks i'm a man i wonder if that in actuality says more about the person then the poem, and if so what...etc etc etc.

Hi, K&D... nice reading you again and seeing how you've grown in your writes. cool. when did you break free from your closet? i would guess it wasn't too long ago as i see in your poems an urgency of sorts to define your 'new' life, even if it's been you for years... you know what i mean? a necessity for all of us no matter the life we are.

write on, kid!

A year ago last month. Who would have thought that answer would be so short : ) in brazil with a portugesse speaking brazillian. Kind of like "cornal mustard in the kitchen with a knife" it felt similar i'm sure. i guess sometimes you have to leave the continent in order to leave "the closet" : ) I do know what you mean.

hey did you see that i got all excited about reading sunday stream but then i realized it was only friday.

Yeah, K&D... I did see that Stream post of yours. Made me smile, big time! Due to S8 problems last Sunday I was unable to post anything. I fully intend to Stream this Sunday and hope you'll be there...