Love me like we’re
lost in the woods on
a moonless night,
being serenaded by
the wind, and the
ominous sounds of
a chainsaw and
maniacal laugher.
Love me like a pole
crashing into the yard,
live wires leaving their
streaks on the lush green
grass.
Love me without thought,
without asking, without
wondering if you paid
the light bill, or if you
should wear your grey
trousers tomorrow or
your black.
Love me when you’re
stuck in rush hour
traffic with a
headache, and the
jerk in the car
next to
you is blasting
hip hop
so loud, you can
feel your seat
vibrating.
Love me in a back
alley, up against a
brick wall, your mouth
on my throat, while
we move in rhythm
to the sound of
sirens and street noise.
Do it when
no one looking, and
there’s a citywide power
outage, and the looting
has begun, and a truck
jumps a curve and almost
sideswipe a bus, while
someone throws a brick
through a window.
Love me like the first
taste of bourbon, like
a blessing, like a flood,
like a barrage of light
filling a blind man’s
eyes, like eros and
agape love mating.
Love me when we’re
both too tired to make
love, when you are
lonely, when you
hate everyone and
you’ve lost your
faith.
Come lie down beside
me, close your beautiful
eyes, take my hand as
I sing you a lullaby of
longing, and I’ll
never stop as long
as you love me, as
long as you keep
loving me, just like
that.
Tosha,
This is amazing! I love this so!
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Thank you. š
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Oh, snap! That opening stanza got me like “Ahhhh!”
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Ohhhhh Yay! š
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I’m loving the intensity of your recent work, Tosh. Very powerful. xx
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Thanks. Love ya x
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It’s so hard to love when that guy is blasting hip-hop in the car next to me. I loved this.
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I know. Is there anything more obnoxious? Wishing you the loveliest of weekends. I hope it’s one to write about
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Same to you sweetheart.
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š
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“Love” this, Tosha. š I really like the juxtaposition of expectation and surprise here. Very nice.
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Thank you. š
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You’re welcome! š
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So alive with feeling. This poem practically has a pulse.
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Reblogged this on "A Curious Mind".
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Thanks so much
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Had to come back and share it,.. .
Love it.
Bill ā„
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Appreciate it and you.
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Oh, wow! Yes, I love this very much! It resonates quite loudly and beautifully. That back alley scene was quite hot. Who cares if the rest of the world is falling apart? š
Have a great day! (oh, and the first taste of bourbon was delicious, as well…)
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Ha. Thank you. You always get me.
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i only know you from where I know myself.
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That’s deep. š
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Haha! It wasn’t meant to be. It was my way of saying I see a lot of myself in your poetry so it’s easy for me to understand what you’re saying. ā¤ļøā¤ļø
Namaste (the Light in me sees and honors the Light within you.)
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I love how you worded it. I relate so much to you.
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It’s nice to have that be mutual! Now to find us those high-proof-first-sip-of-bourbon-men who have been ever elusive…
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Ummm hmm. The quest is on
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Yes, it is!
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This is lovely š
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Thanks xx
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The first stanza – was scary to read but I get it – as I read the poem more- I get it- love me when you are terrified . beautiful x
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Ha. Right and thank you
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Amazing! ā¤ļø
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Thanks!
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This is just beautiful!
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Thanks so much
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Yes, love me always!
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š xx
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This is crazy intense!!!! Beautiful and powerful and all love should be
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Thanks. I’m so glad you like it.
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Reblogged this on Still Another Writer's Blog.
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Thanks xx
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You are welcome! š
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Best. Thing. Ever!
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Aww. Thank you. Happy Saturday
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What a poem Tosha š
Wild, rich in imagery, strongly voiced and a journey that only you could have written. Excellent
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Thanks mateš xx
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‘Mate’ all british an that! āŗ
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Bloody right. Cheeky chops. Ha. OK or as we Southerners say y’all come back now ya hear. š
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Hey you. The link for your blog is not working, the one under your name
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Cheers for heads up, seems to be working now āŗ
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Yay! You’re welcome xx
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Exquisite! Raw and romantic at the same time.
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Thanks š
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This is pure excellence – hot, heavy, sexy good. Pass the bourbon.
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I will as soon as I can get it out of James Purefoy’s hand š
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Now why would you want to go, and do some crazy thing like that?!? I know James is more than entitled to his own bottle!! Ha. Just watching him drink it would be a pleasure. š
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This is wonderful Tosha! Love the poem and all the fantasies you’ve thrown in. Now I’m looking forward to trying all those things someday, this is like a to do list for lovers…lol š
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Ha! I hope you get to experience it all.
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š I hope so too!
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Love should be all that — yeah….
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Well told with some great imagery.
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Thank you.
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Wow, humor and seriousness about love. Love it!
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Thank you š
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