Dear You,
I’m sorry we broke up. The sad fact is, you are who you must be and I am who I have to be, and it seems there is no compromise. A serial killer and a saint are just not suited for marriage. I should have known.
Love,
Me
Romance
mostly
mostly i love the way you look
when you walk in the door
after a long day at work
mostly i love the way you laugh
mostly in bed, after we make love
mostly i love your passion
you love what you love and
you care not what anyone else thinks
mostly i love the way you smell
when i steal your pillow after you get in the shower
mostly i love the way we fight
and then we make up
and then we make up some more
mostly i love you
yes, mostly i love you
presence
you fill a room
you command space
your smile brightens
like candle light;
your arms, when they surround me
cherish my soul
your energy fills my nerves
and i’m powerful. whole.
up and down
up and down
please place me upon your pedestal forever
should your grace fill me
with the magic of you
accounting for love
spend your love on me
you say
but what does that really mean?
if i have eleven dollars and
fifty cents
that won’t buy much, will it?
if i use my credit card, say visa, or
american express
will it add interest to the offer?
can i mortgage my house
for you
and if so will that set my love in stone?
or maybe i should just take out
a loan
you know i’d get my knees broken for you, right?
spend you love on me
you say
but what i’d rather do is present it freely, to you each day.
Poor Frozen Willy – 100 words
“Poor frozen Willy was a chilly little guy. He normally lives somewhere warm and humid, but one day he found himself out in the cold. It turns out his owner got drunk and…”
“Honey?”
“Yeah, Babe?”
“Why does every story you tell me before bed have to be about your penis?”
“Who said it’s about my penis? It’s actually about a penguin.”
“A penguin who lives somewhere warm?”
“Sure.”
“…”
“Okay. I’m just trying to get you in the mood.”
“Talking about your cold little penis is not going to do the trick.”
“Hmm… A poor but massive and overheated horse…”
draw
life is a game of scrabble
and i’m missing some vowels
if I had them, perhaps i
would know what to do
i have an l and a v
an n and a g
if i had an e and an a
i’d be leavng you
if i had an o and an i
i’d be loving you
shuffle the tiles my dear
and dip into the bag
our fate
is in your hand
Good night
Scene
Two dark rooms, split screen: Julien lay on his bed, on his back, with the phone to his left ear. Maisy lay on her bed, on her back, with the phone to her right ear.
Maisy: Good night darling.
Julien: Are we hanging up now?
Maisy: (sighs) I have to get up early to go to work.
Julien: I guess you need your beauty sleep.
Maisy: (frowns) Are you saying I’m ugly if I don’t get enough sleep?
Julien: NO! No baby, calm… I mean I didn’t mean that at all.
Maisy: (snorts)
Julien: I’ll let you get your sleep. I love you, baby.
Maisy: I love you too.
Julien: Good night.
Maisy: Good night then.
Julien: Don’t let the bed bugs bite.
Maisy: (sits up) Bed bugs! Are you saying you left bed bugs here last time you stayed over?!?
Julien: NO! No way, baby! You gotta calm…
Maisy: Don’t you freakin’ tell me to calm down, asshole!
Julien: NO! I didn’t mean calm down, I meant…
Maisy: ‘Coz you KNOW how I hate it when you tell me to calm down!
Julien: (trying to get in a word edgewise) Baby…
Maisy: Calm down? I have bed bugs in my bed and you’re telling me to calm down?
Julien: No, baby…
Maisy: (standing beside her bed) What kind of crazy freakin’ asshole are you anyways?
Julien: Baby…
Maisy: (nostrils flaring, breathing heavy)
Julien: Baby? Are you still there?
Maisy: What!?
Julien: Baby there’s no bed bugs. No bed bugs. It’s just a saying.
Maisy: …
Julien: (timidly) Are you okay?
Maisy: (plops down on the bed, nostrils still flaring. Speaks sharply) I guess.
Julien: I… gotta go. I’ve gotta get up early too.
Maisy: Oh, now you gotta get up early and I’m probably going to me up all night.
Julien: …sorry. Can I have a little kiss?
Maisy: (snorts)
Julien: Just a little bitty kiss from my hunny bun?
Maisy: (relaxes) Okay. (makes kissing noise)
Julien: I love you hunny bun.
Maisy: (giggles)
Julien: (like he’s speaking to a child) I love you my hunny bunny baby.
Maisy: I love you too.
Julien: Okay. Good night then.
Maisy: Good night.
Julien: Sleep tight.
Maisy: I beg your pardon?
Julien: I said… sleep tight?
Maisy: (angry) Are you calling me a loose woman?!
Julien: (holds phone away from his ear and looks at it. Hangs up.)
Penmanship – #tuesdayuseitinasentence – a 50 word story
Maybe it’s my lack of penmanship that lost me the girl. Yeah, it was a one night stand, but I really liked her. All I wrote was, “Best of luck ever! Don’t forget shut, lock door on your way out!” And now she’s accusing me of calling her a slut.
This post is brought to you by Tuesday Use It In A Sentence. This week the host is Kelli at Forty, c’est Fantastique! and the word of the week is “penmanship.”
Aloha Grace
Aloha Grace envisioned a place
with palm trees and white sandy beaches
In her room was a poster; she sat and imagined
the sea and the man she would meet there
For Aloha Grace lived in the arctic,
where the sun shone an hour a day
From this frozen tundra she needed escape
the moment she came of an age
Aloha Grace stepped off of the plane
and she breathed in the smell of the ocean
A half hour later her toes in the sand,
in the shade of a palm tree she stood
Then Aloha Grace, with the sun in her face
met the man she was destined to fall for
But a one-night stand left her colder than ice
and she realised the beach and the palm trees had lied
Aloha Grace went home in disgrace
pregnant and husbandless too
Down came the poster and down went the sun
for the grass is no greener than snow.
fingers – #SoCS
each morning at seven
she enters my store
and I watch as she
fingers the cherries
with her long blood-red nails
and her lips glistening the colour of wine
and her miles of stockinged legs
in scarlet stilettos
and I swear to myself
that one day I will
step up like a man
like the man that I am
and tell her
…
I love her
…
and I’ll love her even more
if
she’ll stop playing with my cherries
and play with my grapes
instead.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday – find it here.
Linda G. Hill 