Lyn #1
I
want to show her what I’m made of because
I am attracted to her mettle.
Her
brain knocks me out as her curves leave
me in a mess of confusion and desire.
We’re
on complete opposite sides of the political fence.
In
fact I couldn’t agree with her less and yet that’s in part where
the attraction lies because I could never be with someone who
completely agrees with me or I with them, where’s the fun in that?
I
yearn for some honest to God realism in this land of make believe.
Tired
of nodding out because the subtext always silences my daydreams.
I
need someone who doesn’t let me get away with anything, but also gives
me the benefit of the doubt especially when we’re in the trenches and
bullets are flying above our heads.
I
so badly want to cuddle with Lyn amid her political writing and my poetic streams
of consciousness.
I
want to wake her up with sonnets praising her beauty and sharp, undoubting intellect.
We
start here with two cups of coffee and all the time in the world to get to know one
another because we owe ourselves at least that much as our world goes to hell and
we best stop pointing fingers at everyone else and start to look within.
Charles Cicirella
9/17/16Lyn #2
Break
up the silence
And
leave it in a puddle
On
the floor
That’s
what she does
When
she expresses her opinion
Through
consonants and vowels
And
we’re the better for it
Even
if we don’t know it
Because
dissenting opinions
Are
what keep us free and on our toes
And
we’re both writers
And
we’re both annoying
And
if you don’t like it
Tough
shit
I
desire to see her naked
Just
her conservatism on full display
As
my liberal tendencies crash and burn
Inside
of her
Break
through the silence
Lap
it up like mother’s milk
And
never forget none of us are
Truly
orphans if we believe in
Breaking
through to the other side
Charles Cicirella
9/17/2016Lyn #3
Metaphor
versus the creativity of unfiltered thought
What’s
the bloody difference?
I
don’t fucking know
Do
I use poetry to hit on women?
Does
a bear shit in the woods?
None
of this is important though because I write what I feel and I feel what I write
There
are no ulterior motives and there are no super weapons and the pen is always
mightier than the sword
Metaphor
versus the creativity of unabashed brilliance
And
when I wrote that I desired to see you naked it’s true, but naked in multiple
ways because fashion isn’t only about the clothes and just because someone
shows me their birthday suit doesn’t mean I’ve really seen them in the buff
And
I know I’m a pushy son of a bitch
I
hear it all the time between the inhaling of another deep breath, but the very
last thing I want to do is provoke you to block me because I’ve known you were
the real thing from the first time I saw you bring down the hammer on someone
with the unpampered grace of a fierce swan
Metaphor
versus the constancy of one last passionate kiss before we bid sweet adieu
And
when I said you were out of my league I was stupidly basing it on what stares
back at me when I stare into the mirror and the mirror closes its eyes for good
I
usually write in threes because my OCD doesn’t believe in doing things half
assed and there is something about you Lyn that keeps me coming back to the
well even though I know there’s no more water to be drunk or thoughts to be
thunk
Charles Cicirella
9/18/2016
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