Hello Ms...Today

As the waiter hurries us to our table with warm salutations,
I am aloof towards the elegance of the evening.
Not glance to the posh decor, extravagant ornamentation or opulent aura;

She on the other hand is brimming with glee...
She never thought that dance would lead to this,
This wondrous restaurant with people she could have never met
and food should would not ever try;
But I did...

I grab her chair, seat her, and slid her in
Scanning the room to peer at my family.
You see while this is new to her, it is home to me.
This is the driveway, which leads right to my one room house.
At least there is only one room she will see.

She gets nervous to order food with no prices,
And I reassure her to get what she wants.
As we sip wine, I awestruck her with words and experiences experienced,
But mostly vicarious
She is taken aback by every syllable;
I am drawing forward with every smile.
And by the time the check comes, she is already gone.

As we walk up to my bedroom, I am already thinking about Ms. Tomorrow.
Ms. Right Now is already Ms. Yesterday, and I like to live in the future
So right before I set down my phone to take her up, I send a text saying,
"Hello Ms....Today"


JOATMON
TRPASTICHE
@TRPHIPPS
FACEBOOK
THERYANPHIPPS@GMAIL.COM

Midnight Breeze (JOATMON)

It's funny how that the only constant is change
Yet no matter how wounded, you remain
In my veins coursing, in my stomach digesting
On my bones engulfing, in my mind infecting
She came, she came, she came, and she came
She left, she left, she left, and she left...I was a just bishop in the game

I thought that what was...was
But it is, and still is when we met eyes
Face so familiar, but the time has waned
Feelings so familiar, but oh so not the same
The woman I want, and wanted is gone
And you are the shell, the droid, the pawn
But as I walked away, stirred yet eased

Your memory, your name covered when the midnight breezed
...and off it blew...
...and with it...
I flee...


JOATMON
TRPASTICHE
@TRPHIPPS
FACEBOOK
THERYANPHIPPS@GMAIL.COM

Single, Fresh Rose (JOATMON)

She never had a rose before.
Many carnations, daffodils, chrysanthemums and weeds had come and gone,
But they never danced in her mind like the wonder of a single, fresh rose.

She was not greedy for a bouquet.
The awe would lose its power, its significance, its romance if overdone.

One day as she walked, she came upon it.
Freshly cut, petals in full blossom like pursed lips,
The steam green and straight as a line
Unspoiled and dethorned.
She lunged for it with both hands.
And as she grabbed it, it grabbed her,
Melding her soul with the essence of the flora.
As she drew it closer, the aura intensified.
And when it was near the tip of her nose, she inhaled the delicate scent.
Climatic, orgasmic.
It was everything she had imagined.

And then without warning jagged and crooked thorns shot out every surface of the stem,
Puncturing deep inside her hands.
The rose turned old and sour,
Its reddish glow, descending to a desolate auburn.
But still she stood their clenching it tighter, praying for it to come back,
Turning it upside down so that her blood would run down the steam and stain the petals red again.
The agony sent her into shock, and she dropped to the ground, rose still in her clutches.
She wouldn't let it go.
She couldn't let it go.

You see...
She never had a rose before.
Many carnations, daffodils, chrysanthemums and weeds had come and gone,
But they never danced in her mind like the wonder of a single, fresh rose.

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My Favorite Memory of You...(JOATMON)

As I was cleaning my room yesterday, I came across a picture of you
As I gazed into your red eyes, I remembered my favorite memory of you

You’re hair is askew
Your make up is running
You’re face is flush
You aren’t even looking at me
You were in this room, at that door
The yells drowning in the tears
I reached out to you…
You reached out to me…
And you left...

Left me…left Us…
That's why my favorite memory of you is the last one.
The last time “US” existed
The final time We were

My favorite memory of you is Our break up.
Because that’s only place We exist
…in the end.


JOATMON
TRPASTICHE
FOLLOW ME

Optical Coitus (JOATMON)

As I was grooving in the club, I peered in to the crowd
As I scan the roomed--Our eyes met
Seemingly destined
Instantly consuming
Penetrating our perception

Time froze as our bodies rose
Into the sky, into each other
As our iris’ engaged in intercourse
Our hearts raced, our minds lagged
And our adrenaline rushed

Competing to see, who would let go first
We were transfixed on transmitting our inner tempest
I never felt so alive

I wanted her to feel, everything I ever felt for a woman
Our eyes made contact, but our bodies touched

As I walked closer and closer
The temperature soared higher and higher
Our hearts beat faster and faster
Our sweat poured and poured

And just as I reached her, her boyfriend shook her free
But as she walked away, she looked back for a quickie



JOATMON
FOLLOW ME

Us Poem (JOATMON)

This isn’t a love poem, it’s an US poem

Why write about something intangible

Indefinable, Incomprehensible

Unmanageable, unreliable?

 

No, I scribe scripts of surety, of purity

Dreams are deferrable

But reality is occurable

Occurred and Occurring-Reassuring

“What is” is great!

“That what may be” is not will

 

When you touch me

My hair levitates, goosebumps knot

And nerve endings fire like Black Cats

 

When you call my name

My ears while ringing, are soothed,

Heart accelerates

Perspire, yet inspired

It’s like you and my heart conspire

 

And when you smile at me….Girl when you smile at me!

Please smile at me?

I want to feel what I can’t explain

 

But this isn’t a poem about love

It’s a poem about US.

 

Our successes, our failures

Our history, our present

Our fights, our discoveries

Our kisses, our hugs

Our…US.

 

I am not in love with you…

But I am absolutely, head over heels, crazy about US!

@TRPhipps

JOATMON