Sonia Sanchez - Poem for Some Women
Wake too early from a nightmare…decide to turn it into a screen-play.
So I thought I’d start using my iPad to write with, seeing as I take it pretty much everywhere. Why not download the tumblr app, I think. So I do.
But actually the tumblr app is rubbish, as is almost everything on this stupid machine. Mostly, the keyboard functionality is awful, how do people get anything done??? Thankfully it was a present. I’d be shooting myself if I had forked out cash for this!!!
All this gas done is really p*ss me off tonight. No writing for me! Including this post, which I’d meant longer but I can’t stand using this keyboard anytime.
Grrr, I’d rather be using my moleskine and pencil!
Can’t believe it’s been four months since I’ve posted here.
laughing is not acceptable
(and if laughing is
then I guess I can’t click my fingers and
holler appreciatively, either
A long-distance relationship
The emotion ‘miss’. Subject, of.
Late nights and early mornings
Here, and there
Neither here, nor there.
The emotion ‘lost’. Middle, of.
…Love. Object, of.
I like the look of your body
next to mine your skin and mine and
then yours again like the thought of twisting
just too delicious to savour even so
I nod, pretend to listen whilst we are just talking but all along imagining your lips travelling across me leaving trails of shivers
unwrapping beneath my skin
bucking flesh suppling, limbs suddenly rolling
body a magic carpet sweeping me along and the arid warm desert air is just another extension of my breath explosion
falling beneath you
We are just talking
But I can imagine your lips
Travelling across me
Leaving trails of shivers
And slowly warming
hurried skype views
where the sight of you is never enough
because my hands starve while my eyes feast
words on a screen
voice dripping lazy into dark hours
while your afternoon is ablaze
translated into images
and a sleep-drenched voice
consumed with unfullfilled want
we are just making do
living always in the future
…or maybe closer to 2 months. Longer since I’ve written properly. I write all day long, snippets of poetry, scraps of prose - mostly on my phone on the tube journey. But a long time since I’ve put pen to paper and left it filled.
But I have a new laptop and a renewed promise to spend more time working on the Word. So let’s see what this brings forth.
How you been, Tumblr? I think I missed you.
It’s been a great day, and aside from being asked “for real, y’all got a British accent???” every time I open my mouth, it’s been a great trip all around. Not nearly over yet…
What an awesome birthday.
…is that you frequently forget your stop. Then you’re the crazy person grabbing her bags and shouting ‘excuse me!’ whilst running for the closing doors.