Sin (Part Two Of To Save A Wretch Like Me)
Sin (Part Two of To Save A Wretch Like Me)
The second part of the collection, To Save A Wretch Like Me, continues the story of the two lovers once the honeymoon phase has ended. Trust is lost, hurt is gained, and as the lovers turn on each other the path that was once so tempting turns sharply into a dead end.
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Equations in Momentum
If one train is moving south
at sixty miles per hour and
another train is moving north
at the speed of still,
will they notice the wind
rushing between them as they pass,
or are their worlds too far apart
to make a difference?
Lust Song
Is that love in your eyes, or are you just happy to
see me? Me, naked above you, beneath you,
around you. My bible lies open in the backseat,
Samson and Delilah. My legs clench your waist,
pulling you closer, deeper, further into this
stark truth: there’s no hiding from you now.
Every inch of me bare, my ugly flaws and
rosy lies, sketched across my inner thighs.
Am I good for a game? Love and sex are not
the same. There’s nothing to see here past
the hills and valleys of dimples and curves.
Gas Prices Skyrocket
He bluffed, “It’s the cheapest you’ll find a vintage sports car.”
She huffed, “It looks rather new for a vintage sports car.”
Love for the ages: soft, steady, slow, and sweet, or a
flame: fast, beautiful, and deadly, like a vintage sports car.
Pulling off her shirt she felt revealed, reviled, repulsive,
telling herself it’s not trashy if you do it in a vintage sports car.
Cherry red, blood red, red wood. Scattered under moonlight.
On the accident report they called it a vintage sports car.
Heaven forbid honesty! Hide your feelings, your secrets,
undercover. Like in the driveway, a vintage sports car.
Status symbols: a Rolex watch, a million bucks, a
yacht in the bay. Trade your wife for a vintage sports car.
The past thrown away, left to rot and not be remembered.
Left to decompose in a junkyard next to a vintage sports car.
Lost, lonely, loveless? Ditch the club, forget online dating.
One thing that can never leave you: A vintage sports car.
To escape your problems you must run far away.
My suggestion? Zero to sixty in a vintage sports car.
A gold-digging robbery! Get away with his money, his heart,
a license plate reading RAY-RAY on a vintage sports car.
We-dentity Crisis
You don’t think I love you enough? How the hell
can I love you when I hardly know how to love
me? Who even am I? Why am I asking you,
if you bothered to know you wouldn’t tell me
to love you more when you know I love you
more than anything. Oh, but I guess that’s not
enough for the man who takes everything except
a chance to put someone else first.
So ends the collection, To Save A Wretch Like Me. I hope you enjoyed, whether you read the entire collection, or only caught a few poems along the way. If you haven't had a chance to read the whole thing but enjoyed what you saw, I'd encourage you to go back to the beginning and read the collection, since I think it works well as a combined product. Whatever your feelings on my work, though, I'd love to hear from you, praise, critique, comments, or questions. Or jokes. Whatever, really.
Thank you for reading!
Love and Hate
I’d never do anything to hurt you
On the phone
at 3 AM. The line goes dead
as I wonder if I took hold of you
The way you took hold of me.
You sank into my mind
And made it your home.
You still captivate me.
My mind is full of you
and all your empty promises.
It’s not fair that you were
Able to grab me so quickly.
You swept me up
Before I had a chance to
See what was happening.
Why do I love you?
Why don’t I hate you?
I wish I could read your mind
Just to know what you think
When I see you walk in
at 3:47, tears in my eyes,
because I know from the
scent of that jasmine perfume
just where you’ve been.
To Tokyo, With Love
Long lost lover living out
of sight, out of mind. I find myself
forgetting how it was to lay
eyes upon you, to lay beside
the water, to feel the soft caress
of your whispered words on my
waiting ear. Lover half a world away,
I no longer remember the sharp
glint of your smile, the sensuous
depth of your laughter. All I remember
Is your impossible perfection. Absence
makes the heart grow ill, poisons
memories to be larger than
love. Stay away lover, I fear
you’ll rob me of my love for your
image. I have broken a commandment;
I idolize your memory above you.
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My favorite model visited this past weekend. I got some of these stellar shots around St. Augustine
