lemons-squared

My apartment has she her pronouns
In the same way that russia does
And I gilded her
Made romanov ostentation out of her
I got her a couch
A fancy, footed, falling apart and un fucking comfortable couch to make her a fancy home
I loved her, (and the couch)
And she was in the same breath unlovable
Every feature I praised was a patch i made in the fucking drywall.
I loved the bathroom even as it was a post war rotted nightmare
I polished those tiles till they shined
I know theres only rot behind
I LOVED HER IN WAYS THE LANDLORD NEVER WILL

And were breaking up
Im taking a train from moskow
And pulling into probably south boston

You rarely forget your first
And I wont lie
She w

You hold me by my hips and sit on the bed
And I touch the back of your neck
My hand fills of the soft of your curls
Your cheek rests warm on my skin

Moonlight, shutterbright
Savor the movement to memory
Make late hour last the years
And breathe it deep together

The moment moves and the motions resume
And we pull ourself down-in
And we lean in close together
And while away the night

Some men love at scale.
For when you ask for cheese
They disappear to some back room.
With not a note in sight.
And when you go and check
In the hours late that day.
They are drafting up rocket plans,
Space craft and space suits too.
For the best stuff they could think to eat
Is hidden on the moon

Herald Sun, Blast forth the fanfair
The new years dawn must sing
Unfortunate, I have ears to listen
That ache with drunken ring

Some sunny afternoons
Moments pass slowly
Alone in my home
Mourning minutes
Slipping between my hands
As late sunlight flickers on the floor
Dancing the last autumn leaves
Still clinging to their branches in the backyard

My tea has gone cold twice
And i know ill make another
If only to hold it while its warm

If flying and falling
Clawing for the sun
Make humans full of hubris,
Are not all gods, in other stories spun
equal trapped in verse

Why not some Godhood stolen?
Wax melted to down to shape
a crown upon his dying brow.
So many have need for ways to fail,
and pray for grace at alter

Deity of my late assignments,
fruition of the senseless, sleepless,
Self-inflicted suffering
Apologies, made you muse
for the tragedy I keep writing

Despite it all, I am not Icarus
Nor can feathers and wax,
give wings which work.
I cannot soar, and fall in way
to set my self to story.

My mirror shares one similar rhyme.
That the fates he hoped to take
That ecstasy to fall short once more
Wha

The fruits of labored

Breath and bruises

The stuttered howls that amuses

Teeth ground clenching

Hands blue wrenching

Limbs set thrashing

The beat still lashing

The pain condensed on sweaty brow

Please and more, you hiss and growl

But this I just cannot allow

I choose the pace

The time, the place

And right now, I want

To make you wait

The first poem I made you

was at an Irsh bar on Beacon

I stumbled out the ways I loved you

Wanting to make you blush

Wanting to find some way to keep those sweet eyes on me

Wanting to look straight as I swayed with the wiskey and fiddle

I said

"I love you in the way I havent felt the airconditioning all night"

Throwing poetry at the wall till meaning stuck

Till I was stuck with you the way lovers do.

My palms were beer stuck

And I was lovestruck

The tv blue that hummed behind

With breath half out your chest

Half filling up in mine

Our palms on bodies

legs intertwined

Words trembling

Out our throats in whines

We're older since we learned to love this way

In livingrooms, on couches in spaces left behind

Just wanted to share some good poly vibes!

My nesting partiner and I have been together for 8 years semi-monogamously (ie occasional group sex) and have been officially poly for about a year now. Ive been pretty lucky with the dating market and now have two other partiners. My NP has been really busy with college and when he isnt busy he hasnt had alot of luck in the dating market. That is untill a few days ago he started really connecting with someone new and has been so flustered and cute. Ive has such fun lightly teasing the way he stares at his phone after sending a flirty text. Yesterday was his first date and when i came home after he was just beaming and im just so happy for him to

I must have inhaled

When blowing dandilions last year

For my lungs are full of flowers

And yawning, roused from spring sleep

A yellow bloom might pop

right out my open mouth

Edit 2 after looking at some of the comments and saying it over and over in the shower. Edits made for a more lyrical style and title changed to something more fitting. Also make sure to over pronounce the last P in pop.

In the weeds (in spring)

I must have inhaled, when blowing

Dandilions last year

For my lungs now fill with flowers

And, i fear, in yawns of summer sleep

A yellow bloom

Might POP, out my open mouth