I've never been to grand central station, I've never been to New York In that manner
I feel as though I have
Each and every look in your eye
A waterfall of sight
A sense of holding on to something that I've never quite held on to.
Privileged
I felt invited
Nothing much to do
Sharing a plate of solemn stares
Neat folded napkins morsels of thought
Tasted; retasted
Ordered in haste
Perhaps it's the hope of holding on to something
A present wonder soon to become future past
No longer a reminder of empty hallways
A Lack of empathy now filled with each other's presence
Across a table three shades of red
Varnished in clear coat
Lamented with crumbs and coffee stains
Padded iron wrought seat
Neat tiled floor
The press of nicotine against scented lips
Listening to the way you talk
Winged heels
Exploring a Cathedral of thought beside a pillar of marriage proposals
Lovers running late, lost luggage.
The coming and passing of faces
The unraveling of plastic; the sound of smacking lips
And here we are with nothing better to do;
Watching life through another's eyes
Kewayne Wadley
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Kewayne Wadley
Bag Of Gummi BearsAlthough it bothers me, I don’t mind. I mean life isn’t exactly a long time When you think about it & I can always tell when you’re in A bad mood. Why else would you bite someone’s Head off, followed by their arms Then their legs. But for your enjoyment I am here, Your devious smile. If I was in your position I would Probably do the same, except more Viciously, But I love you just the same. That’s why I give you so many pieces Of me. Although all you want to do is grind Me between your teeth, I leave parts of me behind. To watch the funny faces you make Trying to rid me from your teeth, Then someone comes along and asks What are you doing. Soaked in emotional bondage, Ticklish to the touch, laying on the couch Of your tongue. On a lighter note, I love when you squish My body together with your fingers. You have no idea how funny you look To me. Our shared moment of pleasure, Until the bag is empty & your reaching Fo...  |
FreelyThere are over a million things To do in the name of pleasure. Over a million more that involves Company. The person I could be, The person I’d love to be, Over a million things that could go wrong. This thought a wave pattern found In an ocean of sheets, The shore of the mattress bare. The meeting of my fingers interlocked With yours, The earth rotates & bends sideways. Without hesitation we are poured Up down left & right, Over a million things that could go wrong. Lost at sea in complete darkness I cling to you to keep warm. Lost in the earth, you blush morning. Shedding light to infinity. Your face a cathedral of a million things That could go right. Smushed & paused in excitement. Finally. A religion that doesn’t require A curriculum. The earth rotates & bends, I am baptized in the liquid from Your lips & like a fish I am alive, & like a fish I can breathe without fear That you’d be stolen & renamed Without fear that youâ€â... |
No OxygenYou’re a breath of fresh air. A traveling exploration, shifting & Ever changing. Soon I’ll climb into a rocket. Soon I’ll come find you & when I do. Cover me in the mystique of midnight Cherry lip gloss. Swirl around me in intense déjàvu. Turbulence of the heart & calming of The mind. A familiar feeling, breaking through The stratosphere of your lips. Soon I’ll climb into a rocket. & soon I’ll come find you. Pull me closer & stargaze Snuggled under the light of your eyes Surrounded by infinite dark. Soon I’ll lose breath in transference Of energy. Soon I’ll know what secrets you hide. A breath of fresh air In a space where there is no oxygen. I miss your hugs the most |
AngelIt’s not in us to be perfect Although we strive. Wherever you step my life Has become that much brighter. We might not always see Eye to eye, But I am glad that it’s you On every occasion that watches My back. A kind word, a warming smile That kindles the soul. You opened my eyes to how Blind I’ve been. How much better everything has become Since I’ve known you. God Bless You For touching my heart & constantly Walking with me when my thoughts Get too deep. Helping grant sleep to a sleepless night. No matter how much I fight, You continue to follow me. My friend whose adopted me In her heart. Always watching over me |
SunburntShe sprawled out across the sky, bored, Perfectly sun-kissed. From a distance she could fit In my hands. Day, the name we hold dearest Day, the name of the memory I placed her above all else. I too, lay sprawled out, beneath her. The intensity of how she makes me feel, A region I know well, sweltered & swollen, Without walls or halls to contain the effect she has on me. She took my hand & gave me the gift of her presence. My heart but a burning bush from this intense percussion, this rapid sensation spreading steadily, rapidly. A giant in my eyes. I've climbed the highest building & collapsed beneath her. Black & wilted, I am the wick without promise of tomorrow |
ExfoliateI'd love to take a shower Filled in your caress. The watery beads of your skin, The soap a scrub that exfoliates the moisture of your lips. The accent of your tongue printed carefully in the latter Without restriction of where to go A well thought reform that enhances comfort Surrounded by tile. Decompressing the aesthetic of comfort I'd love to take a shower In a consensual happening of being warmed by you. Where hygiene is lost in the everlasting well being of sods & the only peak reached is one that subsides when you yourself stop the faucet. Where there is no specific height or obligation to be reached. No unearthly imbalances. Just me covered under you In perfect exfoliation |
Jumbo Sized CandleBeautiful stranger whom I barely know You sit next to me every day. Yet I am biased in how I am without expectation. I respect our boundaries Yet I feel like I know you, I've collected myself in over Five hundred different ways. & struck my head against rough sulfur Imagining how you'd react. We meet eye level although one of Us is clearly taller I hardly know if our attraction is mutual Yet You're fragrant in both confidence Bottling yourself to yourself Yet I pick up on your detached sense Of beauty. Standing so far yet appearing so close. The next time you sit beside me I'd be delighted to bask in knowing The perfume of your smile Each moment becoming more Combustible, More volatile before I am cooled off And there is nothing left <... |
Vinyl RecordTo me her love was more than just "love"
To me
the way she loved was a record.
A sensuous pin in the groove.
when she'd speak
she'd spin around and around.
To me
that was all that mattered.
I danced in her rhythm.
Finding it impossible to deny
what was evident.
In a mere matter of moments
I was enticed.
Tracing the lines of her hands,
I being the pin lost in her melatonin.
Whether in public for all to see.
Or in the intimate moments
shared
between her & I.
I sung her love as my favorite song.
A song forever engraved
as I longed to be the pin
that traced her groove.
A record that always stays with you
No matter how much time has passed |
As Long As You're AwayAs long as you're away
I will continue to look up at the sky
Longing that you'll gravitate back to me.
Even though you're far,
You're never at all that far from me.
For in my deepest thought I am curled up
in the brightest star that I named after you.
No matter how dark the sky I will always find you.
Gazing back upon me, curious as to how we travel so many miles.
In so little time.
Even on the darkest night
I know that you're still there.
Your love the brightest of stars.
As long as you're away
this star is always closer than it appears
No matter how far you are
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Without MilkThe next time we meet,
We will wait until dark
that way we can take the stars & dip them in chocolate
without need for milk.
Our memories becoming this more desirable,
This more delicious.
Just you & I
underneath a chocolate sky.
Counting the stars one by one as we take huge bites.
Lost in our own little world
Just you & I.
Vulnerable to the outside world
without a clue to why
our mouths are covered in chocolate
We'll crunch the stars like the world was ending.
The next time we meet,
We will wait until dark
that way we can take the stars & dip them in chocolate
without need for milk
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