Cheeseburger Hunger

We made love in your big bed

All sprawled skin warm and entwined

And afterwards my head pillowed on your chest

I said I was starving

You laughed at me but grabbed your pants

I wore one of your loose shirts belted

Around my waist and kitten heels

You said I looked like a sexpot

I liked that and wanted to put up my hair

Like Bridget Bardo, but

You tugged me towards the door

We went to an all-night burger joint

Ordering juicy cheeseburgers, fries and

Frosty chocolate milkshakes

We laughed and munched slaking our hunger

You wiped a smear of ketchup off my lip

And when I licked it from your finger

Your eyes darkened with renewed hunger for something

Other than your burger and fries

I grinned at you but you knew

Knew that I still wanted you again

Our appetite for food was gone

I gave you a look

Suddenly our teasing game was done

You balled up the wrappers and paper napkins

Tossing them in the nearest trash can

Your keys were in the ignition

Before I could think or argue

Not that I wanted to

No, I wanted you just as much as before

And the car door slammed, your fingers

Gripping my hand as you flung open

The front door, barely making it

To your bed before a new hunger

Rose up to take the place of the need for food

The desire was now for skin and touch, lips and arms

And everything that was before.


 Okay, I was really in a mood last night and for some reason the thought of being hungry after being with someone struck me as ‘I HAVE TO WRITE THIS’.  So I did. 

Cheeseburgers were the focus after hearing about a barbecue-bacon-blue cheese burger with beer battered curly fries on an episode of Eureka and  a few days of not eating much more than toast, so I was hungry.  And yes, I had someone in mind when I wrote it, but I do hope you all enjoy.  Incredibly free verse here, and a bit more adult, but I had fun.  I suppose I could tweak it till forever, but other than a few line changes, some spelling corrections and a few other things, I like it. So I think I’ll keep it the way it is.  Course now I have to re-copy it down on paper since it does not match what I scribbled in my journal last night.

 Signing off


Was It Heaven Or Hell

I imagined you here today

Arriving on your black steed

Shining chrome and a high wax gloss

And here I am all dirty and unglamourous

But you didn’t care as you called to me

And my world fell away in a  moment

As everything faded to just you

You and your smile

 It was heaven and hell

For one minute you were here

The next back far away

Your real life much more real than the dream was

But I can still see you

Still  I feel your arms around me

Your mouth on my ear

Whispering how you have missed me

Even though we have never been

A brief taste of heaven

The bitter remains

I’ve been reading Poemcrazy  and Foolsgold by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge and somehow her inspirations have helped me open up a bit more in the poetry department.  This was written for someone who means a great deal more to me than I probably ever say.  Hopefully he understands.

Signing off


Don’t Start Typing Till Your Nails Are Dry

red nails

red nails (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sounds like a manual for writing, and I may have to keep that in the ‘title’ box for later use.  For now, it’s about my vanity, or well, the attempt to have some vanity.

Even though I write, which seems to put stress on my fingers, and how they look, one of my ways to stay girly and classy is to do my nails.  I love painting my nails and having them looking nice.  It’s somewhat of a lost cause since half the time I’m picking at the hangnails, or biting them, but I do try.  Having pretty nails makes me feel like one of those über popular writers.  You know, the ones on the back of their books, in their classy outfits, jewelry, just so hair, and perfectly manicured nails.  Amanda Quick (Jayne Anne Krentz), Sandra Brown, Nora Roberts, and so on. 

For being writers, they look really classy and put together.  I wonder if they always look like that when they are brainstorming in the middle of the night, the glare of a laptop making them look haggard, because we all know that laptop light is not flattering.

They probably don’t.  I realize that those are glamour shots on the back of the books.  (I want a glamour shot like that…)

So, while I may spend half my days in the yard killing my paint jobs and adding to the already lost cause of hangnail, having a nice polish on my nails makes me feel good.  Now, that being said, like the title says, wait till your nails are dry before typing. It’s killer on the tips and if they are wet, smudge central.  Right now I’m tempting fate since I just painted them… Oh well, that’s what nail polish remover is for.

For those of you who like to pain their nails regularly, check out these two blogs.  Polish You Pretty is all about the hippest polishes and designs.  I crave half the colors they review.

And The Lacquer Log where Gigi posts reviews of the nail polishes she has enjoyed. (again, half of them I want)

Signing off