POEMS BY: Kristen Bean
Tiny Feet
I set my tiny size six and a half, perfectly freckled, pedicured feet onto yours
Your hairy, farmers tanned, cracking soled, unpedicured manly feet
And we fly out the bedroom door
Your large, bitten nailed hands squeeze my hip bones into yours letting my face rest on your hairy chest
Your masculine hands hold me close as we fly high
I am not the least bit afraid with the boxing, strong arms around me and those kick-boxing motorcycle riding legs holding me up
I loved you and those hairy, farmers tanned, cracking soled, unpedicured manly feet were all I needed to know why
Therefore those many times you left our condo I made into a home at six and a hald hours in the morning in search of tinier feet
My tiny size six and a half, perfectly freckled, pedicured feet decided to stay low
So they stayed in bed that day followed by the next day after
It has been so long since we have flown
I thought I needed you to help my tiny feet find their way home
It is difficult to picture those hairy, farmers tanned, cracking soled, unpedicured manly feet
Mayeb this heartbreak I will learn how to beat
And I'm sure as time passes by
My tiny feet will learn how to fly
Nothing did happen.
I'm aware that I'm too intense. I will ruin any feelings you have for me. That this doesn't make any sense. It is two in the morning. I just wish that for a second you could see me like I see you. In a couple of hours I will wake and go on with my work day as though nothing ever happened. What am I saying? Nothing did happen. Did you feel it? You see because I could understand how I'd just be lying here alone on the receiving end. There was something in each moment that your soft velvet hands caressed my heart through a touch of my shoulders and then you pressed your lips ever so gently towards my neck. I am yours. I am in heaven. You place your arms around me and it is nothing like a hug I have ever felt. I embrace you feeling your body so close to mine and imagining us closer. My heart is beating and I'm afraid you'll hear it or feel it. Stop. If you want, I will pretend that nothing did happen. Because I can do that. I would rather have the chance to have another moment with an angel than never again. I can't breathe. I choose not to ask myself why it is you who makes me feel this, but, rather, why wouldn't it be you? You're beautiful. How can I describe how your walk makes me smile? How the way you listen to others represents everything I have always strived for. How your intent in life is to make others happy; therefore, you sacrifice yourself. How I can simply learn from the way you are and the way you will always be. I have realized that I am not who you want. I don't know why, but someday I will learn it accept it.. maybe. Or maybe I never want to give up the passion. Because this is what I live for. I live for the hot tears of memories that I will never forget. I could die crying and remembering catching your eye and you giving me this look. Don't stop. Don't ever stop giving me that look. Intense and mysterious by nature, yet so angelically soft. Will I ever understand what's going through your head? The look is puzzled, afraid, yet so sexy. Or do i always just think you're sexy? Do you kiss everyone the same way you kiss me? Sweet lips touching mine and I am no longer here. I am somewhere else and no one else exists. And when the kiss is done I have to catch my breathe. Did I forget to breathe again? Then we're dancing slow like an old movie. I can hear the country music playing in the background. It's the one about the woman who left her purse and the man wouldn't let her have it till "and we danced..right there on that hard wood floor." I trip and we laugh. I never trip unless I'm with you. My knees are weak and I'm shaking. I hope you don't notice, but it's nice to see you smile again. I compliment you and your eyes roll down an you lean your head towards the ground. Baby look up for me. Let me see your smile. Oh god I need to remember that nothing did happen. For a week I will pretend and then I would love to do it all over again. Nothing did happen.
Cloud of Trust
We've walked along the shadows
Of our past and hoping that this may last
Now that you've ruined my last words spoken
I, I won't be broken down
The suns going down
But you can still read my frown
As the sounds of your voice dissipate me
We'll have to see if you and me
Well we'll have to see if you can promise me
Promise me
You'll see me
See me
Through my cloud of trust
Your hands pass softly through
My dissipated mess
Egos torn and thrown harshly below your plate
I don't want to be just your pretty date
We fall onto your feather covered perfection
In your direction my smile is
It's failing
Toast to the gross of infidelity
We'll have to see if you and me
Well we'll have to see if you can promise me
Promise me
You'll see me
See me
Through your malicious judge
Can my mind pass through
Your educated perception
Will you forgive my ignorant sins
As your shins softly reach mine bruised
Let us fall onto your
Your beliefs that may fit into
My box of sharpened rocks
In my direction your mind is
It's thinking
Toast to the most life worth living
We'll have to see if you and me
Well we'll have to see if you can promise me
Promise me
You'll see me
See me
Through my cloud of trust
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