spontaneous combustion

cruising the streets
she hides her eyes behind
Jacki O. sunshades
her destination is waiting
with the flick of a match
and a lazy smile

sunspots on the glass flicker
her eyes now blurred but still
searching for
the whisp of grey smoke
that is the signal
of a fire that’s smoldering,

she steps from the car
(she is the spark)
and into his arms,
(he is the flame)
and they are
spontaneous combustion
in a searing white ball of fire

and they say it is illegal
to burn in the city

heh

Today’s poem inspired by 3 Word Wednesday. The words are Blurred, Illegal, Match.

Musical Poetry

Is It A Crime?
This song has all the necessary components: lyrics, arrangement, visual, voice and ambiance.

This may come, This may come as some surprise
but I miss you
I could see through, all of your lies
But I stll miss you
He takes her love, but it doesn’t feel like mine
He tastes her kiss, her kisses are not wine, they’re not mine
He takes, but surely she can’t give what I’m feeling now
She takes, but surely she doesn’t know how

Is it a crime
Is it a crime
That I still want you
And I want you to want me too

My love is wider, wider than vitoria lake
My love is taller, taller than the empire state

It dives and it jumps and it ripples like the deepest ocean
I can’t give you more than that, surely you want me back

Is it a crime
Is it a crime
That I still want you
And I want you to want me too

My love is wider than vitoria lake
Taller than the empire state
It dives and it jumps
I can’t give you more than that, surely you want me back

Is it a crime
Is it a crime
That I still want you
And I want you to want me too

It dives and it jumps
And it ripples like the deepest Ocean
I can’t give you more than that
Surely you want me back

Tell me
Is it a crime

deliciously inevitable

Thank you, Bone, for today’s prompts for 3WW: Delayed, Edge, Focus.

~~~

lately i cannot focus
on the mundane yet necessary
activities of life

because your words to me
are constantly floating
on the edge
of my thoughts

“lady, horny lady”

thinking of those words makes me smile

no
they make me laugh
delightedly and it
feels really good and
really sexy

ah, anticipation and desire
delayed by time and distance
yet
deliciously inevitable

all about

i like that you are always in a
good mood
i like that you are turned on
by me
i like that you aren’t
dark
moody
or
uninterested unless it’s
all about you

I like that you make me
feel like it’s
all about me
that makes me
want to make it
all about you
which, in turn, makes it
all about
what’s gonna
happen

just a matter of time

divine

maybe being cautious is

human

but being reckless is

divine

This short little poem was inspired by3 Word Wednesday.

Today’s prompts were Cautious, Human, Maybe.