Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Mimi-Mona Poetry

© I Forget how to breathe, especially when
your tongue shoves love down my throat
I gag because I can only write L-O-V-E
across your heart with permanent marker

by Mimi Wolske
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© I Fell
and I'm drowning —
just because
you fill a hole
with crap
doesn't mean
it wasn't there once

by Mimi Wolske
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Indiana Jones laughing

© Not Enough
to know
I prefer Earl Grey
when picking
up the shattered,
shredded mess
called my heart
from your first 
knowing stare

by Mimi Wolske
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Sunday, January 25, 2015

Mimi-Mona Poetry: Our Shadows Blend

©Our Shadows Blend
Mimi Wolske
Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™
All Rights Reserved

Every house has its secrets.
Weeping brings no solace;
Anger only increases pain's life.
Fortunately our shadows blend.
Walking beyond my legs,
Solo, beyond firm ground, sometimes
Aimlessly, but always pulled home to you where
Saturday falls asleep on Sunday.
At the edge of laughter there's
A handful of roses for me;
Between play and cuddling,
We do not need paradise
For all we have each other.
Every secret is its own personal validity.