the dresser

Venus de Milo with Drawers, Salvador Dali, 1936

i’m the keeper
of your
trinkets
your dirty little
secrets
your moustache
wax
your un-pressed
slacks
just bring it
here now
all your
holy psycho
laundry

i’m the honey
in your
locket
the hamper
for your
pocket
bureau
of your
shame
strongbox
for your
flame
yeah babe
come on
stuff all that wicked love
into me

call me Aphrodite
or Venus more politely
a cocoon
for your treasures
chiffonier
of your pleasures
fill me up rightly
with cocktail
stirrer charm nightly
i laugh when you tickle me
i call you
daddy

i’m your
lover
your
junk drawer
your
doctor
your
drunk whore
your
casket of faces
your
keepsake oasis
go ‘head
and file me
someplace where
you’ll find me
i’ll be ready
and waiting
for the turn
of your key

Rene ~ February 24, 2013
For Magpie Tales

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french toast

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God, man
It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone whistle in my kitchen
It’s quite the delight
Ahhh…you made coffee
And you’re making french toast!
You are a saint
You gotta fiddle with that knob on the left rear burner
Like this
It’s a pain in the butt sometimes
Personally, I think it just likes the extra attention
Mmm…your ear smells like cinnamon
not fair, man, that…
not fair at all
your ass looks better in my sweatpants than mine does
I now have to kill myself
After I eat a loaf of french toast, though
You want some orange juice?
freshly squeezed…somewhere
Tell me, again
Why is it we never were?

Rene ~ January 5, 2013
For 100 Word Song
The song prompt was Dan Fogleberg’s
Same Old Auld Lang Syne

This is my spin on the classic

derelict love

derelict love
rise above the
lust of broken
wings to mend you
pretend all’s well
split seam hell spills
no tell secrets
across jet-stream
vignette postcards
from your heart to
the hard of flight
to hold tight reign
*on a love insane

Rene ~ November 8, 2012

For d’Verse Poets
FormForAll-Than Bauk

The Than Bauk is a climbing rhyme
of Burmese origin

your rail pass

take me on up
to the railroad tracks
avalanching
through the gravel
til we reach the peak
together
holding hands
ties beneath our feet
the moon tunnels
through cloud covers
yes, i’ll kiss you back
for the first time
e-ver-y time
lights rush by
and sweep us
off our feet
all this and more
perhaps…
if you take me
up on the railroad tracks

Rene ~ November 5, 2012

pure

we love
pure, sacred
unfiltered

hearts racing
like raindrops
down windowpanes

every touch
kiss, cry
a biblical deluge

we love
pure, sacred
infinite

our past
cleansed
immaculate

our future
ignited
alive

Rene~October 29,2012

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