Sleep & Sex

Two random old poems I thought I'd share............

Getting A Good Nights Sleep
Secrets were told
tongues are tied
people in shock,
they've lived a lie,
praying and praising
not knowing the truth
a child spoke
what so little knew,
but those who did
never said
16yrs. old and already dead
breathing, maybe
speaking, sometimes
but long ago heard her chimes,

of death...

In her head
made by lies,
16yrs. old
secrets were told
and now she rest
in peace
in bed.

Dancing In Sex

It's the music that never plays. The candles never lit. The chocolates never tasted on desires wanting lips. It's the oils never spread the Ecstasy never had, that's the reason that I always find myself dancing in this sex.

It's a trained response
a motion to your touch
a rock, a cry, a feeling of getting hot.
It happens only sometimes or some-nights,
like a clubby looking for a high. Is the reason I find myself dancing with sex sometimes.

It's the being held that never happens. The kiss of love at the end. The emotion of warmth that always runs cold...
is the reason I always find my self dancing with sex. Some day we might get better or the dance will have to come to an end.