Ditties by Deviva
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Poems becoming Songs & Songs broken into poetry
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…and we kissed

we kissed
until
my lips were
broken and swollen

until my mouth
became
parched by passion

Once More

Breathe Jen
just breathe
words will flow again
soul will brim once more

desire will once again
lap at your shores
breath will quicken
nerves will tense

with anticipation
and not pretense
pure emotion without blackened scars
will rivet you once more

on blackened foam
pushed forward on clear waves
you will rise
and open your eyes
to new strangely colored skies

He lingers


Crazy fluorescent emotions
glazed eyes and beating hearts

After midnight confusion
inhibitions that depart

Red rimmed eyes
feign away from dawn

yet he lingers
yet he lingers on…

Making Pretend


Yellow and green
dance in between
lazy eyelids
and self confident smiles

Accents play
and emotions stray
over drinks
and lakeside breezes

Intentions flit
back and forth
reading in between the lines
for what its worth

Is it neither the beginning
nor is it the end
It’s that lovely hour
when we make pretend…

For a woman there is nothing more erotic than being understood.
— Molly Haskell
Blue Light

blue light falls
on your shoulders
water beads on your back
shadows play along
the curve of your lips

the night lulls us
with forgiving darkness
covering our secrets
insulating our desires

Broken Vow

Your fingers once full
Of conversation

Your lips now pause
With hesitation

The flower has wilted
So slightly now

The perfume wanes
Upon a broken vow

Crying…

Again…

….at midnight

Moments of You

I can’t get over
The void you left
A gaping hole
That has sucked
All the joy and color
Of my life away

With you the world
Was encrusted with
Anticipation
Discovery
And my willing
Surrender
Of secret intimacies

Now life tastes
Like a bland plate
Of force fed food

I’ll take the pain, the guilt, the betrayal
For a few more moments
…of you

Waking Nymphs

The parts of my mind
I thought
so long asleep

are waking up
like a dozen nymphs
fallen by a long ago spell

covered by seasons of leaves
that crackle with small sighs
as they hesitantly arise

Why should I cry for you?
Because your pain is transforming me
into something…someone new


I don’t know the color
or pattern of the wings
that are now forming


I just know
that I will fly…fly…fly
higher than before


Why should I cry for you?

Because your pain is transforming me

into something…someone new

I don’t know the color

or pattern of the wings

that are now forming

I just know

that I will fly…fly…fly

higher than before

MIne alone

I am better
than I was last night…
…but still I struggle

I want true love
and don’t feel I have it

I want it to well up
within my soul

Defining its own existence
by my inability to stop it
from breaking free

I want to know that
it is something more
than my accommodation
of others

I want it to be mine
and mine alone!

pain…
pure visceral pain
I feel
upon seeing you
again

your form
makes me shudder
time warps
in your path

everything ebbs away
in significance

all that matters
is the glint in your eye
the curve of your lips
and your unknown intention

Once More

Your look
ripped me
your quiet manner
destroyed me

Can you see
my heart bleeding out
all over the dance floor?

Don’t you see
what is behind my eyes
anymore?

Have I become
just another moving body
in the mass
in the shifting shadow

No…no…no

Why do trail me
stalk me
hunt me

You’ve already brought me down
I don’t want to
drown again

I am still trying to touch the surface…
once more

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