Dreamin'

(delicious...)

I closed my eyes...

And then his warm hands were felt around my face
He kissed me passionately...

And that made me want to be kept by him.

In this non-existing place-
Where there is no time
I wanted to keep that feelin'
But I never knew we were dreamin...

How did he know where I was?
How'd he know where I lived in my slumber?
I don't know, but I hope he comes… every time…
…Every time I close my eyes

His lips are soft.

His kisses are as light as the flittering butterflies in my belly
My flowers are budding; my lips are swelling
My core contracts
As the rest of my body reacts
At the thought of him filling my void from the back…
Givin’ that ass a smack...

But he still makes passionate love to my body
While he fondles and fucks my mind
He's readin between my lines
His semen is ink for my pen
I got the juice but he's the gin
His wrath and gentleness is a Holy awakenin'
May my every cell say 'Amen'
Like a kid on the carousel:
Daddy, do it again... (please)…

He makes my water fall
From my coochie ceiling
Down my sugar walls
He takes a taste
He say there's none to waste...
Then he returns to place his beautiful kisses upon my face
Moves knees outta the way
So he can put our puzzle pieces in place

My cheeks twitch and vibrate at the quake of the way we Love Make
Till I clench and he wince till his legs shake...
I love him till he’s weak...
Till he whispers to me: “Open your eyes…”

His presence has caused my wetness
To travel to the inside of these thighs
Now I want to deny
That I am drowning...
In myself....

For I have awakened
Only to find that I’d been dreamin'....

Queen Poetess B Copright ©2010. All Rights Reserved.

Breakfast in Bed

@ Gallery Place/Chinatown

don't open your eyes

don't let it dissolve

smell the baking bread, bacon and eggs

feel the ache in your center from when he broke you off...

roll over in the covers

savor the scent of manliness mixed with cologne

open your eyes, breathe deep and smell nothing

let it all fade away cuz you're alone...

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009

Slipping

...the residue of fabrication...

...
as the wind carried the dispelled remains of dandelions through my open window during the early morning hours
a new solitude was found in the peace of sleep though I dreamed of earthquakes and rows of toppled houses
I realized that they were knocked over, but it seemed as normal as a cloudy day is after a week of sun
only a split second existed between this acknowledgement and the instability of the structure in which I stood
its vibrations were like a morning erection attributed only to an urge to urinate;
that I was slipping away feet first through an open window as though I jumped from a tall rock at the side of the lake
I awakened to find a hollowness in my heart
realizing that I had lost something that I never really had

...
Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved

Breathless

I am back at it...

I lie in bed awake at night
Unable to fully rest
Images of good or bad pushing thru
As my heart quickens in my chest
I cannot say that I awaken to an alarm
For I was never truly asleep
Why's it so hard to control one's thoughts?
My inner Utopia I'd like to keep
I refuse to turn my back
These thoughts will not be pushed to my mind's ledge
For every stimuli existing within my realm
Is produced from the crown resting upon my head
Left only to pursue my dreams
That flit behind the lids of my eyes
Knowing one day I will find the way and the means to fly high in the sky
My lyrical pursuit will not be subdued
As I seek the haven of sleep I have not reached yet
Lines and lyric fuse within my spirit
Which is why I remain restless
The brief doze that my mind has chose
Between the scenes of prose my mind projects
Leaves me to be soar free within the walls of my dreams
Causing me to awaken breathless.

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009  All Rights Reserved.

Dream Hints on Sunday

Sunday morning is proving to be the best day of the week; its the final day of relaxation before preparing to enter the work week, and it is also the first day of a new week. Sundays always are filled with much to do, but despite much lack of sleep over the course of the past few days, I still feel restless as I lie between the plush comforter of my king-sized bed beside my comatose lover. So up I go.

I am staying devoted to my cause (Money cyan't change Me...me a money changa--this is how I get motivated) and though I would love to be eating some bacon and eggs this morning with my coffee, I am instead getting full of nourishment provided through this pen therapy.

I had the most stupid dream (as always-- they never seem to make sense) this morning, and of course it was about me starting my new job tomorrow. For some reason, I am on the Metro, and I got off ONE stop before my destination (why? the hell if I know). So, when I get off the train, the platforms are crowded, and the exit I took was sort of like the exit in L'Enfant Plaza-- in the sense that you can get off and pretty much walk directly into a building with stores. The difference here was there was a food court at the bottom, and instead of retail stores being upstairs on the other levels, there were offices. So, I get off and I am walking into all of these offices, and random people are giving me work to do, trying to hand me papers and tell me where to go-- all the while I just am trying to find my way out (lol). So I am rushing through the offices, trying to get outside to the street so I can walk the rest of the way to my destination. Well, by the time I made it to the street, I saw a clock on the building of a bank and I was an hour and forty five minutes late on my first day; and I had no cell phone or money to make a phone call of the unexpected delay. Ironic how the mind likes to push your fears or concerns to the forefront of your mind while not conscious. That's the enemy, and what a pussy ass move. But I aint goin to lie; Imma wake my ass up extra early tomorrow to mitigate that possibility.

Despite the silly dreams, when conscious, I could not stop thinking about ideas for my blog (what is my bloggin problem??) I thought it would be cool do do a video blog maybe once a week, which could include teasers of my work. The only way to get my work out there is to stop being so concerned about the reaction. Its ass-damn-backwards and re-damn-diculous (so creative with the profanity) to entertain the reaction from others before I even do the work, feel me? So, I am going to notify all my people about my blog and try to use this as a platform for feedback.

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BLF 3/15/09 ©