Submission Twelve - Your Worship

 
 
 
If we wrote addiction  
you'd be first  
above Cocaine  
nicotine  
or vivid history  
 
 
Stories  
heard  
understood  
vividly expressed  
in silence  
are honest  
 
 
I've awoken  
more mornings  
fantasized in my head  
dressed in your legs  
than pajamas  
 
 
Having seen black birds  
transform into canaries  
Coffee perculated into  
tea bags  
with milk  
 
Like life  
Critique only helps when  
delivered from the heart  
or in stilettos  
and suspenders  
 
 
The clock in the top of the steeple stopped  
the sanctuary is silent  
in the rocks that held it  
 
I had a son  
which doesn't make sense  
we only ever birthed  
girls  
 
 
 
Did you know  
eight  
was significant  
I saw it in her cheeks  
Man made dimples are  
a delight  
 
 
We wrote sonnets  
Until  
the jester died  
At his funeral  
it was announced  
love letters killed him  
 
 
music fills the mornings  
like  
stardust and galaxies.    
 
I have an efection for  
tattoos  
piercings  
white panties  
and spankings  
 
Sometimes there is more poetry in a title  
than a verse.  
 
 
He said  
If it doesn't just pour out of you  
 
don't do it  
then he  
Dropped me to the floor