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The Petty Player Who Rarely Sleeps

I'd Like A Taste (The Wolf Said)

The Crow Is A Black Bird

When I Start to Bloom

I'd Like To Be Your Shirt (when you wake up in the morning)



All Beings Considered

Words Between Edward And Jane

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

After Wide Sargasso Sea ( For Those of You Readers Who Have Empathy For the First Mrs. Rochester.)

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

Wild and Unraveling

What Must Be

These Hands Exist July 4 2023 rei-edited 7/12/2023

I Am The Color Of Black

The Tide of Your Lies (2019-2023)

How I Wanted Your Pearls 6/24/2023 WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE

Love Wants What Love Wants re-edited 5/31/023

Winter's Been Too Long.... 4/18/2023 (LONGING)

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

At Night, As I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

And You Will Be Called Ashes As You Leave ( from a dream)

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

Someone Send Out A Search Party

THE FAN , AT NIGHT, GIVES GOOD ADVICE completely re-edited, an entirely different poem

What Is The Price For Your Touch? re-editied 5/31/2023

Where Is My Bed With The Pleasing Tree -Lined View(NOW REEDITED)

Oh What Fine Physics (Before Me ,Lies) re-edtited @4/17/2023

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

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All You Have To Do Is Ask

I see you wear your heart in your eyes.
He knows all the right words,
the best lines
and he's getting to me.
Gently I feel the night
sighing,
a faint wind caresses my face.
I am blushing.
The heat is rising.
I feel two tentative fingers
reaching for my hand.
Ensnared in his light,
the fog is lifting.
Good poetry and fine company are
so hard to find.
His words are lyrical,
coloring the air
changing my sight,
how I am seeing myself,
seeing him.
I am feeling more solid,
not someones passing whim.
I'm not writing out anymore directions.
I've found the one who understands
my inflections.
I require no further explanation.
I can leave my preoccupations
at the door
of him.
And if some unkind thing would chance
to come my way,
He'd seal his arms of comfort
around me at the end of the day.
I might be mistaken,
but I feel like giving in,
and being  taken over by the current
that is him.
Isn't it sensual and
a bit like serenity?
I am ready. I am ready.
All you have to do is
ask the question.
I will answer yes.

Copyright October 3, 2011 All Rights Reserved By Author
Melissa A Howells/ Meloo of Tilt-a-World









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