Poetry, old and new

Second Hand Love
Love given half-heartedly
Rushing everything
Returning home to live a lie
Teaching their children to live an honest life
You are their safety blanket
Their getaway from reality
Truly believing that you will always be around
But always being second best to them
Always getting leftovers
That second hand love
Knowing that they will choose stability over what is real
Hiding your passion behind the doors of a cheap motel room
All the promises wont make a difference
Lying alone as they make their way home to reality


Choices
Stuck between what I want and what I need,
Not sure what is best for me,
Two paths like snakes winding
Intertwining, exposing me daily,
Escaping what feels so right,
Creeping around,
Making a choice,
Yearning to hear the voice,
I am torn between the desires of my body and heart,
Desires reaching ecstasy and feeling warmth,
Or eternal love,
That knows my innermost secrets,
But will this love satisfy my burning desires?


Mental Climax
I have learned to expect nothing of you or with you
It will only end in disappointment
Complicating the façade of happiness
With the undeniable reality
That our feelings overwhelm us
Like a hurricane
But we must keep them confined
To the four walls of this room
Until we can steal away
To somewhere far away
Mind Sex
I only experience with you
And such a coincidence
Finding you listed under this
Stimulating my psyche
With the foreplay of conversation
The caresses of our eyes
The vibration of our thoughts in unison
The sensation of our minds bring us to climax
My secret
Kept deep within my bosom
Anticipating the next time
We can steal a moment
To vibe on an intellectual level
Only in our minds we can really be one

Beverly Bradford
Copyright December 19, 2008