I was laughing when it happened.
Dancing and a little tipsy, he looked me in my eyes and went for it.
It was quick and soft and a little wet.
He smiled and laughed, we kept dancing.
Laughing at a crowded house party in Shepherds Bush.
Dancing and laughing with the cutest boy in school.
Dancing and laughing and 20-years-old.
A happy first kiss.
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NPM 23: Cat
I watch you with anxious eyes. Notice me please.
Let me curl up on your lap.
Feel me purr with pleasure.
Run your fingers down my back and watch my body react to the softest of touches.
Let me press myself against you. Warm and wild and happy to be close to you.
Let me stay with you a while, let me be your kitten.
NPM 21: For Kelly, Because Reasons
People always underestimate water.
But water is ever changing.
It can be the soft drip of a faucet leaking or the sheer force of a tsunami, quick, destructive and unexpected.
You are water.
You let them treat you like a puddle when you’re the whole damn ocean.
Who are they, but stumbling blocks, damming the river.
But a river always gets its way.
You are water.
Green eyes and golden hair. Laughing like a siren.
Sing your song and let them fall at your feet.
NPM 24: Earth
Wake up wake up, my love, morning’s come.
Wake up, wake up, and see everything’s been made new.
Beautiful earth, warm, solid, and resilient.
Calm your raging storms and stop these destructive tremors.
Be at peace darling one.
My laughing girl. Hear your voice ring out and bring joy to the dark places.
Your voice resonates and brings life.
My stubborn girl. Look around beauty has come. Spring has arrived. Winter is just a dream, a memory that’s passed.
Wake up wake up, my love. Can’t you see? All the flowers they’ve bloomed for you.
NPM 20: Love Poem 6
What was it?
What was the breaking point?
What was it that made your love turn to hate?
I gave you everything.
Now everything that made me me, is tainted by you.
You were supposed to be different.
I thought you were.
What is it about me that makes me so difficult to love?
Maybe it was never love.
Infatuation.
Obsession.
Because love can’t be that fickle?
Love can’t give up the moment things get hard. The moment you realize that people have faults.
We are only human.
I thought love was supposed to endure.
But I am not loveable. And lust only lasts so long.
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