As summer turns to fall,
I find I’m missing you.
Your face I can hardly recall,
yet still, I’m missing you.
And when summer at last returns,
I’ll be lost in all my usual concerns,
but once again missing you,
when that first leaf falls.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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He’s learned me
while I’ve memorized him,
and slowly over the years,
the binding of our love story
has mostly stayed intact.
Sure our relationship
is not without its frayed edges,
but we are still bound
by the stubbornest of wills,
refusing to be beaten
by all those little things.
Our love is sincerely simple,
mostly held together
by old remnants of duct tape
and traces of super glue.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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It was Valentine’s Day,
and he gave me a candy heart,
a chocolate-filled sweet,
with love he did impart.
And I placed that dainty morsel
in the pocket of my jeans,
the tiny tempting treasure
settled nicely in the seams.
With chocolate in my pocket,
I then went about my day,
feeling quite content
over the sentiment conveyed.
But as the day turned into night,
I realized my mistake;
that bit of chocolate in my pocket
for granted I did take.
My prize had now become
a melted memory of bliss,
forgotten in my pocket,
becoming a liquified kiss.
It reminded me of all the times
I’d let love pass through my fingers.
It seems there’s never a good way
to make deliciousness linger.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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He’s been thinking
about that one girl,
that pretty little gal
he used to know.
She’d pour his drinks
n work out his kinks
because she loved him so.
Her name was plain ol Mabel,
though, to most,
she was just a fable.
But good boy Johnny,
more skinny than brawny,
he’s never forgotten those eyes.
Once Mabel got started,
there was no departin;
he’d just get lost
in those long-legged thighs.
She was that one girl,
the one who made his head swirl,
always full of surprise.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Poetry prompt: I’ve sort of been in a slump lately when it comes to writing and decided to ask my hubby to start giving me daily prompts. This is day 2… Road radio blues.
I met a man
Tall n skinny
Ebony skin
Eyes new guinea
His rough hands
Overlapped my own
Wide smiles
Set the tone
Kindness felt
Filling my heart
Sad at last
When we did part
Never even
Caught his name
Moments like these
Never leave us the same
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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