Am I a bedroom or a bus stop?
Three short poems from my haunted heart to yours.
Photo taken at Milarrochy Bay 04.08.24
If you were hoping for some melancholic poetry on this cold Monday afternoon, look no further. Here’s some poetry from the deepest parts of my haunted heart to yours.
I couldn’t decide which song to choose to include, so I’ve picked the two that resonate with me at the moment of writing this.
am I a bedroom or a bus stop?
am I a bedroom? a soft place to lay your head.
in comfort, under candlelight glow.
am I a place of ease? when you go, do you count down the
hours until you can feel me again?
am I a place you wish to stay and never leave?
or am I a bus stop? somewhere convenient.
familiar but not ideal, especially when it rains.
am I nothing more than a stop? Do you only get off when you need to
I'm second best when there's rides more idyllic,
will you wait in me for something better to pass you by?
Moves are made when the night Is quiet and still. Decisions are made in late hours When minds are clouded by the thrill. When the kiss shifts, Bodies take shape for desire Hearts and skin set fire
~ Desire
Abuse of the divine
when a mortal man is granted
his first taste of the heavenly divine,
like sap from a tree, he laps it up.
drinks until the source runs dry.
unaware of the power in his hands,
he puts the divine on her sacred knees, and commands a devotee.
he takes and takes. thinking this is love, she rewards his greed.
when a mortal man is gifted
his second touch of ethereal bliss,
like the roots underground, he rips them up.
what once grew his breath is now her bondage.
you cannot give an undeserving, non-believer
a drink of all holy honey,
and expect him to fall to his knees and worship
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed these poems.
Until the next, stay weird.
~ Kaci xc
these are gorgeous!!!