Her power is her pretty
The time she takes to do her hair
the smile she gives, head tilt, bat eyelash stare
male gaze attire
floral skirt, high heels
demure
not too wild
her side glance and you hand over your wallet
His power is his money
pays for dinner, five star
Michelin style
oysters rockerfeller, octopus
order his entrée be sure to share and skip dessert
bottle of Cristal flash the bling when the guests arrive
his confidence at its high
drives you wild
Her power of pretty
is from
the inside
of course he sees
considers it sexy
natural glow of the sun on the face til the hair parts and shows her age
his power of money
built from generational wealth
flows scarce
as time passes
loss of excitement
the fresh ride stale
no need to impress
his needs have been met
complaints of funds spent
flowers from stop and shop for special occasion is all you’re going to get
Tag: dating ritual
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Pout
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Blood Moon
Sunday the tears shed
I thought they disappeared
how much weight six months carried
within the last year
5,360 minutes
and that’s only the morning calls
not to mention the texting, the vacation, dinners out, hiking and three times skating…
my new best friend
dropped it hot
quick tempered
cords cut
cutting cords
this moon is meant for
I hear
place the water by the window
let go of what’s holding me back
make sense of all those tears
Ive managed not to call
when my stomach flutters
and my heart clasps tight
Your words
empty words you once said
of future, the home we could share
couldn’t be quicker,
How you pushed away
made it much easier
I smile
how I haven’t called out
to reach you,
ease the clarity of crazy
you call me.
You’re missing out. -
Wrap it Up
Month one
It’s a rush
A love bomb
Four digit security
to your heart your home your 6ft tall manly hood
Month two
miles away the heart grows fonder
ears ring
brag to friends
the love grows stronger
Bonnie Raitt and sisterhood
Month three
is this the demise
dinner with friends goes awry
colds and coughs arise
dates cancelled
no notice
disappointment seeps
Month four
creeps in with out notice
holiday season upon us
family disguise
skating glee
the sick old month leaps
Month five
full holiday season
rush rush rush
front the perfect bf
family family family
dinners for two
morning walks pushed aside
Month six
three Saturdays without
a mom of kids would notice
a miss of a partner
left unheard
communicate relate recenter
3000 miles away
heart the escape
I’ll go
Month seven
what even is that
it is no longer
of needs not met
in time and way how spent
feelings voiced
to rage and gaslit
bait
to end to end to end
a romance that’s fade
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Buck Moon
Is love supposed to be
Easy and Joyful
Slipping in like a
breeze
Or awkward and uncomfortable
Habits formed
Single life lead
Is love supposed To Be
Quiet sunshine
Moments of Silence
Breath.
Or loud rumbling sideways thunder
Noisy thoughts in my cluttering head
dread
The middle of the night wake up
Telling me to fear
The unknown man
Only one month ago
Huh, One month!
A dream I hope
Not to wake up
Desired safe passion grounded yet
afloat
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BAB
Photo credit Max You wanted me to be
A broke ass bitch
Easy to manipulate
You wanted me to be
starving and empty
stomached
so you could feed me
You wanted me to be
thigh kissing freely
calming ruffled
feathers
available only when
you need me
You wanted me to be
calling in the am
disappear weekly pm
on your arm on the
weekend
You wanted me to be
ready for seven dinner
sleeping while you
watch tv
out the house Sunday
What about me?
I’m outie!
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Time is Money
The value I need
to meet in my man
Exceeds a check list
or well laid plan
time money
sense of self
should go without saying
enough, I’m done
not playing
around
come to me come to me come to
beg pardon plead
respect and what exactly does that mean
breadcrumbs and morsels
keep going please
kind words and security
only
for me
I’m worthy,
I am enough
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With a Smile
You do it with grace
He says
Raise three kids
A home, a family
career
what options are there?
I hustle
nights and weekends
til the arm falls off
over worked
exhaustion
smile for the kids
til I can’t anymore
passion for hair
he sees
Rembrandt Picasso Matisse
all in a days work
appointment making
blow drying
taxing
name a few
responsibilities
until
add on the gf effect
to please
attention with morning calls dinner
ill make your life easier
he says
bs I call
living for the long way home
kitchen dancing
theater retreat
god damn, lucky dog lucky dog lucky dog
no, I AM
NYE asparagus -
Harvest Moon
The relationship unfolding with the oceanic tide
Good morning beautiful…
ladies, you know
when they taketh away
a pourposeful pain
reaching a point
unknown
the morning call,
for you
the night owl quiet,
boo
ghost, silence, nothing is new
there,
but really?
i do come to you
a chore, in the end
drop off the groceries
put up the cash
a fancy dinner
gifts,
my ass
family events
arm candy,
perhaps
the love of the heart
time is money
and no longer the greeting…
freeing.
but love,
what is that
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