Quiet Storm

Awakened and maddened


Alarm of voices

Banging loudly

And permeating through thick skin

Hair wrestling with pillow fabrics

Suffocating

And talking pillows begin to whisper

No longer a murmur

The screams are fading

The end is nearing

The sun is roaring

Targeting ashamed eyes

And mellow drifts through eyelids

Resting inside the walls

Adjacent to bangs once more

Covered in splattered fear

Her shell ascend

And mounts to the heavens

Frozen by peace

Or death

And whatever blood drawn

By the explosion of

An epiphany

Until then

In the midst of an unemotional downpour


I’ve released in candor, my passion runs deep

A feeling found in the crust of scarred tissue

Implanted within my being

And there a core prevails, full

And still

You haven’t realized my poetry

And I’ve spoken to you, heart beat to heart beat

And I’ve walked with you, rhythm to rhythm

And I’ve lain with you, quietly co-existing

With each breath betwixt the moment of silence

And silently we made a connection with our disconnection

We stared into our own eyes and dreams unraveled

Became undone in the frontier of hope

And still

You haven’t realized I died loving you

Until you realize the scent of a crushed flower

Is the fervor rising to our surface of genesis

Until you realize the truest hue of mahogany

Is the perfect blend of our bodies squeezing

Until you realize the gentle brush against my thigh

Is the birth of ecstasy

Until you realize that each breath taken

Is the moment captured in endless thought

Will you realize the depth in which my love flows

For only you

© Vernette Harris 2010

Daydreamer

Have you ever been in love with someone you wasn’t in love with?


A sacrificial embodiment exemplifying a touch of euphoria

Pleading with the Passion Gods

And wanting to exchange the color blue for something more beautiful

Have you ever doubted that sprinkles of confetti existed in the clouds, ever

And that never will your hands gift it to the sky?

And the only rainbow exists in the pouring rain

Especially when shadows follow the sun and never lead a moment

And time repeats itself never too often and occasionally dies

I wonder if I can put your aura in a bottle and observe the scene inside

Have you ever wrapped yourself in the blanket of his warmth

And be chilled by the pleasure…?

Have you ever lifted yourself to trust the seconds pending to become forever

And gaze into eternity until eternity reaches your eyes?

Despite the world rotating against the flow of my heart

I float

And I discover the peace placed perfectly betwixt the moon and my muse

Already Gone

Body stretching in a cloud


Softly white washed

Becoming the one who see’s that one star

Who travels the destination of thought?

Bring me back to the pouring rain

And change me

My mind has changed to a less fogged window

And clarity peeks…

Imagine that we’ve become who we are

While speaking passing bricks

An unbearable load to knowing you

Forgiving the forgets, do you remember?

Our past is a new day and an old memory

Stripped from the wrongness of living right

I captured your photogenic lies

Framing all the possibilities denied

Sitting inches from a blossomed life

Shriveling into a shadow

Who were you?

Unheld

What do I say to the man who wants me to hold him and not be held?


Consider the memory never born in lips but birthed in thought

And hold…

I follow the trigger yet accomplished in my failure to keep you

Seized tightly are fleeting sounds silenced by smiles so distantly abrupt

Never could I imagine the hollow screams of passion

Unheld

And I draw the pattern of a painless fear strikingly bruised

Grasping a concept sharpened with each beat of my heart

Marking each clearly defined scar as a witness of my adoring affection

Unheld

Clearly a vision of night’s relevance to sunshine’s belief

Embracing the shameless song of the blue jays approval

Allow me not to notice the lyrics of my name written in the sky

Unheld

Do I stand shy in reach of your poetic breath?

And do I clutch the waft of your suffering

And hold… ?

I remember something so tenderly obvious

Like carving into a moment and feasting on your soul

It’s like holding you in my arms and dancing with just the wind

letting go…. Unapologetically so

When my bravery has abandoned me, how do I grip a destiny?

Forgive me

Comprehending the fantasy part of this reality

Stronger,

simply unleashing this aching pain to hold you…holding me



© Vernette Harris 2010

*Inspired by 'I need you to hold me' by C.Wood 2010

14 The nearness of you - Norah Jones

Swearing on lasting love


From a Horizon beyond the moments of sincerity

Let’s be Honest and simply say…



I digress



Tearful poetry from fogged windows

Wiping each dew of promise

And holding tightly each droplet

Protecting a smiling wound

I still love you



Fingering the ivory keys

That once stroked our passion

Has muted the sounds of mirth

And the deafening sorrow that follows…

Lingers a quiet joy



As I lay beneath the light you carry

And my dreams are hastily darkened

Embraced is your shadow

Seemingly touching my silhouette

Allow me to caress your soul fearlessly



Somewhere in the distance

You have awakened my still heart



Arouse the memories of reservation

And with each limb of audaciousness

Reach within the simplicity of it all

Tossing all disruptive entities aside

.

.

.

Gather your riches

And possess it in the moment

Dreams in the Morning... p0Em

Envy Creeps

At the

Thought of a bond so sweet

Sensual imagery

Taking the place

Of imaginable reality

Seeking a desired taste

Something like

Lovable caramel

Savoring the notion

On where you lips may dwell

Tongues making love

Abandoning

Guiltless places above

Getting down

Luscious sounds

Your tongue making love to my lips

Feeding

Off of gyrating hips

From a simple peck

Irresistibly

Touching every nerve

In neurotic bliss

Pleasurably alone

Until a delightful delivery

Jealousy

Takes control

Wanting the enchanted allusion

In which my mind holds

The anticipated adoration from you

Enjoyed sorrow

Feeling blue

Embraced by your soul

Carefully holding me

Affectionately kissed

In daydreams

To Sir With Love... (Poem)

Some things are never what they seem

In the beginning

Commitment

In no way your dream

Having me without the strings

Currently you want to wife me

Marriage is not my reality

Look at me

Did you neglect to study?

My hair is jet black

With light brown roots

Does that make me fake?

Because you didn’t pay attention

To authenticity

Your eyes focused on the beauty

Such a beautiful thing

To be adorned

You were captured

But you tried to keep me

Picked from a bed of roses

Not in your garden

Yet, I was put in your territory

Yes I’m a rose

Of many colors

But my thorns are prickly

Hug…but not tightly

Causing hearts to bleed

I’m so very sorry

And I say that sincerely

Like many woman I do have a dream

My fantasy is not happily ever after

I don’t want you forever

Our time can last a second

And in an instant

Another moment begins

Keep your mind on now

You don’t lose, you win

My affection

My attention

Got you lost in translation

Didn’t mean for you to fall in love

A hole you will be in by yourself

My image in there

Is only an illusion

Lover’s confusion

I stay on the surface

Gazing at love

Climbing in, is just not worth it

It’s a trap

and I’m claustrophobic

I find you irresistible

Devoted

And keen on the notion

Of pleasing you boy

But don’t go falling in love

I’m only here for you to

Enjoy

©2008 Vernette Harris

My Heart is kept in Harlem

His fingers caressed the ivory


Concentrating on the motions of the slow beat

Heartless tunes gliding effortlessly

Hitting back to black

Smoke filled clouds surrendering it to me

Senseless suffocating static

Attacks

Lung collapsing movement towards he

I begin to play his keys like the music in his eyes

Feverishly gliding up and down his spine

Gyratory harmonious bodily soliloquy

Embracing the pain

 

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A Blues for Him

A Blues for Him


from when midnight trains
and magic carpet rides
guided me to your eyes


I loved you…


Pouring rain slid off
my soul
waterproofed by
slicked skin oiled by your smoothness


I embraced your touch
Fingertips upon me until the wetness of my purity
blessed you


deeply you stuck you longevity of diction
with hopes of we
certainly not
but certainly,
I am the fool
still loving you…loving me


sucking on erect notions pointing out the fact
that comfort smothers the brain


and hearts beat still without breaths
panting and talking less
thinking more to undress
down to my nakedness


as you stare at the bare truth
desiring images of lust filled thoughts of who
loving me without me loving you

cant you see or sense my plea
inviting you to feel me… beyond my blues

© 2010 Vernette Harris

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