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#PuzzledLines24

I like the way you bite your lips when, i hit that spot
the way your nails dig into my back
and your teeth clench against my neck
throwing your legs up to the ceiling
but you only call on me when its convenient for you
while you are my safe haven.
and know how to hold all my broken pieces from the past together
in you i found a love that i can’t keep
a lioness in bed
and lily in the day.
I can’t keep giving you what you want
while the flames of my love evaporate

MORE WINE…

jeff seipman

Can i use your shower, you ask. sitting at the edge of the bed your back turned to me. Yo have been seated in silence for the last 5 minutes. I could swear that i know you but again besides the words from your heart beat that fills the room, i haven’t heard your voice in a while.Its been long since i last saw you but i am familiar with your sweat scent. I know this love making, they can’t have the same skill. Tonight is different, dead cells in me felt alive and i couldn’t even resist. the tenderness by which you held me

Sure, its to your left. i say. “i know where that is. ” you say walking away. Has he been here before? Because this suddenly feels like home.

I convince myself that you haven’t however your fingers upon my skin, the way they made music with my body, the way you make love. Scratch that, make love, i have only been fucked the last couple of years. No string attached and yet this evening, i felt loved. A tear falls down my face.

I turn to my radio and play a song only you would recognize and i could feel your eyes on me from the bathroom. It wasn’t a song we both loved but a good song that can never finish.One that speaks to us the same way. Yes i still listen to Shayne. Its been four years since our song was played on the radio but i have kept a copy on my iPod. I play it often because when you said you would be right back, i didn’t believe you but i held unto the music and the feeling. Its been 7 years and i know i cant forget because goodbyes hurt when the story isn’t finished

It cant be him, i walk to the bathroom and see it. The mark on your body, how did i miss it? Oh! we made love in the dark. I get into the shower just to confirm,

I look into his eyes and i see the fire, our lips touch and he kisses me right back. A tear fell under the shower, my heart pounds. He holds unto my waist pulls back to breathe, his eyes glaring all over my body and a whisper “i missed you” we both cry.

Baby, i am home. But why are you crying?

You haven’t said another word but you hold unto me like you wont let go

Baby, I’m sorry. “why, what have you done?”

lets pour some wine and sit by the fire because we have a lot of catching up to do

Nothing between us

You short butterflies in my tummy

Yet ignored the smile

I blamed the dust and wind when my eyes watered

Maybe there was nothing between us but

120 days ago I was heart broken

I sat at my fav cafe sipping tea

The spices were too strong my eyes watered

You walked up to me

Told me you have been watching me for years

We became friends

I promised I wasn’t ready or you would be a rebound

But your sweet soul took me to dinner

Asked me out,

When I asked for time you became elusive

Stopped calling and texted only when necessary

I didn’t reject you

When I said wait for me is because I didn’t want to hurt you

I needed to be sure my feelings weren’t playing

I just needed a couple of weeks to place and settle my hurt but

 

You shot the butterflies in my stomach

Blamed the dust for the water in my eyes

Ignored not just my smile

Told me you weren’t willing to wait

Yet you had already waited 730 days

Acted like you had never known me

Maybe you were right

There was nothing between us

But why do I still gape at the sight of you

Why does my stomach flip

And my tongue ties?

I know you feel the same way

But maybe there’s nothing between us

 

#puzzledlines 22

She could have stayed

But he said she was too much

And not enough at the same time

She was overly ambitious

But he loved the passion and ideas

She was too beautiful but

With a body of a goddess

She made him happy

But she was too selfless

She smiled with everyone and was a chatterbox

Yet he never spoke one word to start a conversation

He was cold and warm

She thought he was bipolar

One moment sweet and in love

The other angry and silent

Love and goodbyes

Nothing changed in the last 20 years

He kisses her cheek and she smiles back but

When his wife calls out

He hides the photo in the closet

Acts like he was looking for something to wear

Acts like he didn’t hear the first time she called

He fakes it until she taps his shoulder

Sometimes love isn’t enough

But what hurts more?

Lying to the one you hold

Or spending twenty years with hurt

She knew she wasn’t the love of his life

Infact, she knew he wasn’t in love with her

Maybe just the idea of her

But years kept giving her hope

His actions spoke different

She was prepared but again it hurt like hell

She noticed his heart skipped at the park

He saw her again after twenty years

She was all he ever wanted

She saw how anxious he got

Then she knew, her time was up

Darling, she said

I know for twenty years you still kept her photo

Twenty years, you kissed her cheek

And still called her name in your dreams.

Just take care of our children

And I hope she is available for you

She returned home with a broken heart

Packed her bags and left a note

“For 10 years I planned this

But I didn’t have courage

Or I was in denial

But he will never love me like her

Even when I prepared,

I am breaking so bad.

Goodbye”

All the men i ever loved

A

you had me at the poetry and letter writing. i remember making a vow never to misplace those papers on which you wrote. i walked with them daily so on the day i tore i didn’t exactly over think through it, it was a quick decision because i listened to my tears more than my heart. I still listen to the songs you and i loved. the ones you loved especially and the ones you dedicated to me. It was young, it was innocent, it was everything.

Your smile, its still vivid in my head like I’m looking at you right now. You smile so nice.

B

We are still at A because the heart wants what it wants, nothing like the first love but also. there’s “b” the fling and “C” the undefined and “D” the sympathy vote. I don’t know how it was played but A still holds position as the fling, the undefined and the sympathy vote keep me company. I mean, the distance was real. But the heart, its a dangerous place. Mostly here i was at the brain as the heart clinged unto you. You played ball and for the rest around me, you our minds related. So our conversations sailed. ballers were a thing but maybe i was just attracted to the body build, the sweat, soft spoken and your mind but not you, not your heart

C

the Undefined. You loved me a lot (or you lied) but on the other hand my heart was at A but my brain was playing tricks on me. When the distance tempts. It wasn’t you. It was me. The letters and lyrics were flowing again. the Poetry. We shared interests while you were just the single school excitement of boys clearly. My friends said you were hot, so when you hit, i smiled but not from my heart. From my head because i had to prove a point. Its why i never responded after i met you. Then “D” hmmm

D

besides the music and fashion sense and your story, i am not sure what else. Its unfortunate i was you everything yet i didn’t even know who i was to myself. You were good company but also not for me but, i love the way you loved me and stood by me. The way you guard (ed) me. Glad we are still friends. It means a lot. But A was gone even when the heart was confused. it was not you. It was E its always been E

E

If this is what women call witch craft, E, you are a wizard. Love at first sight that didn’t leave me standing. Leave alone your looks, i was attracted to your eyes, they spoke magic. I wasn’t hearing you speak half the time, i was always lost in your eyes. When you asked me out. i triple tripped. Juju at the highest. mills and boons romance. I actually didn’t need to read the novel. it was a jack pot..Jeez. No, even in my other life. I’m here but sadly i only know one life. The day i paid attention to the voice, i already knew your heart through your eyes. I felt the pulse in every touch and interlock when we held hands. Indian movies always talk of soul mates. You are mine. we speak the same language on everything. but then i was curious about F. His voice was magic

F.

This fool confused me. swept me off my feet for a while i forgot whether i was at E or A. smooth talker, good player, smart wire. Fool. What kind of package is this? well, the perfect flawed one i guess that no one reads through. its such a perfect sail like a researched PHD. These are gaps had to escape but when luck hits you run. MF you was too good to be true like a woman lesandro. If A wasn’t my friend anymore i wouldn’t have remembered E. I am glad we had each other.

G

God! Must have heard my heart because E&G was as close as nose to mouth. smooth. Back to our romantic novel scenes. I could write a book off this episode. Good things come to an End too just look book chapters

H

I wasn’t questioning love but a rebound wouldn’t have saved us.You were very impatient yet we could have been. We could have been happier while at it. The language was Latin but we communicated because we understood each other (maybe not) you wouldn’t have run off just like that. You didn’t give me a chance to speak, you were never going to hear me out amidst traffic, the hooting was loud but you refused to pack aside. the wind beneath my wings

I

I think i am moved by musical men. But you, you you………be glad I=J and yet J was just a voice no music.

J

The shortest, meaning fool, realist heart to heart ever heard. Because K read all the chapters up to Z before i completed the book

K

not my best friend, not my soulmate but like a wind, i was swept off my feet into the air. But the answered prayer. that the whole short answer and definition of everything. Answered Prayer

L

K,O,P,Q,R, S,T,U,V,W,X,Y,Z all under L. You are my constants. In life and Death tattooed on my heart. whether we speak same language or not. Whether love alone isn’t enough, whether we are soul mates or not, Whether you chose me or not

One heart, many songs

Queen of my heart

I don’t know which was queen that westlife meant but heart and queen in same sentence was just too poetic…too lyrical. The yellow and black. The foolish mic…. that looked hot by the way. The smile….jeez…let’s melt away. The green writing paper pads tucked away in my school bag

And if anything ever beat this, it could have been breathless.

Shayne wade just had my mind at heart while he wrote lyric by word by jam. The eyes were indeed mine and the babies are still mine but then that red dress and that dance couldn’t just sit down otherwise the mind would be jamming to kyomisinga

Eddie kenzo that boy…how exactly did you come up with these lines because. I was only not mature in love but also I just wanted to be a soul provider but with a fighter each time someone winked uselessly. I mean I was a queen and even when I was breathless I stayed alive because I was loved by the best at all times. I must have done something write…sorry right.

I have been loved by the best...Don Williams, you must have see him before the song was written. Because from him the love flows. And he calls me beautiful like it was my name. He picked me up every evening, turned on the radio and each day at 7am and pm,it was “Good morning beautiful”.

Steve holy, I wasn’t anything close to beautiful every morning but then, when you are a breathless queen being loved right and by the best, the favor and words come to you like a magnet…

It was very magnetic until the radio stopped playing and the electric dances became slow dances because the only promise came with a soul provider...

Romain Virgo must have know that my radio had no electricity and knew exactly where my heart found solace and my soul thirst. He gave me a soul provider to replace the lost soul and we started talking about love and trust and forever…

Dear heart

Today I felt as low as I felt the same day four years ago. I felt overwhelmed but also I had hope. I always have hope but am wondering, is this hope affiliated to you or the soul?

Hope is one of those things I can’t live without. I just don’t know how anyway.

Today I played the same exact songs that I played then. Now, there’s a certain place this music sends me to. A zone I can’t explain. Is music affiliated to you or the spirit?

This kind sends me places and makes me feel a certain type of way, as if am staring deep at a child in worship….(oh there is nothing more humbling than this) the innocence, the honesty, the infancy…..

Worship is just another setting

Love is another zone

Dear heart, if this must be my drug, I wanna keep high forever. If all this is affiliated with you in any way, teach me how to stay in this zone. It’s a safe haven. In it, nothing else matters. They say, smoke weed and feel…..i say inhale worship and everything else will fall in place

Truly

Me…gracefully broken.

Dear heart

What do tears do to you?

Yesterday I was all kinds of emotions (not exactly sure how you handle these at ago. )

Then tears….the way I felt relieved all over a sudden is amazing.

I was burning and as soon as I opened the taps, it felt like rain over a fire.

And the sleep after crying is another story…its sleep from a different planet.

The tears washed down all my emotions even with zero solution to my issues, I felt like I could concur the world 👌

Who even made tears?

Dear heart, life doesn’t have to be that serious I know. Sometimes it overwhelms but with tears, tea and cake we overcome. Let’s love more tonight