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Hurts to be ignored
By the very people whom
You want to love you.

Hurts even harder
To recognize you’re really
Inconsequential.

~ KDB

Copyright 2015

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Imminent Spring

Bet you wish that now,
Instead of flooding rains, that
There would come cold air.

No snow, of course, but
Bracing, fresh, stirring spring breath
To wake up new life.

Bet you wish that spring
Meant everything important
Would blossom and grow.

No worries. It’s still
Early days yet. Time enough
To open your heart.

~ KDB

Copyright 2014

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Scotch Bonnet

The words burn
on the page,
on her fingers,
on her tongue…
in her heart.

Their knobbled,
surfaces, smooth-skinned,
belie the fire
raging underneath.

Vibrant colors
provide a clue
to their heat
and potency —
Orange, Yellow,
RED.

They speak in tongues
of flame and passion
of things no heart
should know…
of desires unrelenting,
of lusts unabating,
of needs unyielding.

Compact or expansive,
the words burn,
irascible and piquant,
consuming their way
from her inside
out,
flavoring her tears.

~ KDB

Copyright 2014

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Breasts

Succulent,
raisin-tipped
lush, hanging
like ripe fruit,
skin smooth —
caramel brown,
like the valley between;
scarred, spotted,
veins glowing faintly
beneath the skin,
heavy, and warm,
ready to receive
the adoration
of your lips,
your tongue…
your cum.

~ KDB

Copyright 2014

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Prism

On days
when snow
like cooling blanket white
spreads thick its chill embrace,
I most enjoy the warm, entwining gold
of firelight, blood red of heated fingers
on rounded, pinkened cheeks…
fire and ice, a color-ridden contrast
of vital, vivid hues,
winter, passion-tinged.

~ KDB

Copyright 2012

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Toccata

Everything about this grayscale piano —
from its keys like uneven teeth,
in need of more than brushing
to remove the dust and decay
that years of mistreatment
and neglect have caused —
to the space it occupies,
all bricks and mortar, rough-hewn,
cold and under-used,
bespeak a painful loss.

No music warms the cold places
in that stony room.
No sharps and flats swell round
the empty spaces,
nor wisps of airy tunes
disturb the curled leaves
of the abandoned sheets.
A paradox on legs,
the ancient instrument seems
a statement of fragility and force.

Fortissimo, pianissimo…
no sounds at all
defy the rigid quiet,
or mar the weathered stillness
of this antique…
disregarded, disrespected,
a hushed requiem for a life
lived far too long,
or else too soon discarded…
its death an unvoiced crescendo.

~ KDB

Copyright 2014

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Valentine

You are more than even I,
Despite my advanced years,
Know how to tame.

You are words of passion
Whispered into ears
That are not mine.
Words filled with images
That stoke a tender fire
In my heart,
And wishes that they
Were meant for me.

You are thoughts of pleasure
Written into elegant lines
For other lovers.
Thoughts brimming with desires
That match the trembling needs
I hide away,
Afraid that they
Will never be fulfilled.

You are the beginning
Of every poem
That I write,
And the ending
Of every story,
Where the lucky girl
Gets the lucky boy,
And love is more than fantasy.

You are more than even I,
Despite my vivid dreams,
Know how to win.

~ KDB

Copyright 2015

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Pretty Lies

Those love song lyrics —
“Never, my love”,
A promise of forever
Impossible to keep,
But nectar for the heart.

“Tell him I miss him
More each day” —
A misremembered record
Of the fractured day,
Hopeful, if improbable.

“You’re the best thing
That ever happened to me.”
The worst of all,
Superlative of hope,
Destitute at last.

“Together, that’s how it must be,
To live without you
Would only be heartbreak for me.”
Such absolutes in feeling
Tend to lose their force in fact.

This one is best…
“Walk on by, don’t stop!”
No promises made,
No poor hope painfully extracted
From the rich soil of dreams.

~ KDB

Copyright 2015

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Alt Sex

If I could,
I’d hook you with my words,
Baited with delicious flirting
And the urgency of desire.
Then,
Once you’re caught,
I’d reel you in
With word pictures to make you catch fire
And explode without my touch.
Afterwards,
While you’re still off balance,
And swaying with a helpless, aching need,
I’d unravel you with lustful words
Of savage greed.

~ KDB

Copyright 2014

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It hurts to think I meant so little to you

Thoughts of you, like ghosts,
Drift in and out, distant, cold,
Like you’ve become.
I knew this is how
It would be. Still, hurt rehearsed,
Old wounds re-exposed.

~ KDB

Copyright 2015

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