happy international women’s day

i love that skirt,

paired

with the patterned

shirt,

one leg locked

standing at the printer

with

the other leg

bent

at the knee,

hip swerved,

has me staring

at those curves

and the route

i’d take along

your calves,

knees,

thighs,

to the

“oh my’s”

the moaning of

“oh my’s”

with your eyes

rolling

and your hands

clinching my hair

pushing my head

closer to the destination

where i do my thing

and you do that thing

where you don’t know

anything

except

euphoria.

-JDR-

strong and vulnerable

she is sick
with the flu or a cold (doesn’t matter)
which makes her vulnerable
and softens her look;
she hasn’t looked more
beautiful
than
this
moment.

it could be the time that has passed
since we last saw each other.

that church survived,
this church failed,
the other church thrived,
the religion hasn’t changed;
only
the
storyteller.

the thoughts of what could’ve been
flood the brain,

emotions
drown
the
creativity.

what
what if
what if this
what if that
what if
what?

thank you for putting me to sleep.

I’ll deal with those what-ifs another day.

-JDR-

just anything

I can sit here and type thoughts

about love and pain

for real

or

for fun

but I’m here doing it,

sitting here

not doing what you’re doing,

whatever it is you’re doing,

because I have thoughts that need

to be released into the wild

like zoo animals

lookin’ for reality

and

freedom

and

fresh food

but

I also want to consume

everything in my reach

and give you everything

I have,

which is nearly nothing,

but it is something,

which may be more

than what you had before reading

this

and that’s what I have to give you…

that,

and probably an STD,

but the doctor hasn’t gotten back to me yet,

so in the meantime,

think of something witty

or smart

or not

and keep it to yourself

like you usually do…

or share it to social media

praising your deity

as your source of strength

when in fact

you need everyone’s approval

for your strength,

because in the end,

we’re all narcissist

and need approval.

I can at least admit it,

which makes me

the greatest

narcissist of all.

-JDR-