Mimi-Mona Poetry: Don't

For love to become something great, you have to be willing to commit to what it takes to make it great, and that means opening up your heart to someone to love and not allowing fear to keep you from committing to the journey.

©Don’t

Mimi Wolske

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Don’t look up;

you don’t want to see

those tall buildings

scraping the sky

Don’t be sad

because the sky’s blue;

I’ll be your sunny smile

Please don’t you cry

and make it rain

unless you want

our love to grow

Don’t get lost in me;

it’s too much

like being found

Don’t tear down

my secret walls

with your strong hands;

it will set my love free

Don’t let our fireworks

be over; just know

you are safe with me

Don’t quell your desire

for me unless you want

to try to forget

how tumultuous

our love truly is;

can you? I can’t

Don’t look down;

you don’t want to see

all the sadness

we have buried

Mimi-Mona Love Poetry: LOVE

©LOVE

Mimi Wolske

All Rights Reserved

PC was still working;

she wished he would retire.

Sometimes

he'd text her an aphorism—

yes, short and pithy— but funny,

and she'd laugh because

it was as though, once again,

they were reading the same book.

He liked to work with his hands;

lately there was only time to fix

those things that seemed to fall apart.

She was happiest when she wrote...

and painted...but those words

and those colors were not

broken or falling apart.

When she took a short walk,

that followed a meandering dirt path

and led her passed cactus-clad terraces,

she saw the most brilliant falling star—

she always made the same wish:

LOVE.

She loved his baritone voice

and his crooked little smile.

She loved that his hair was grizzled,

that he still called her, and that

they talked until the wee morning hours.

She'd smile. Mostly she loved it when

the cell phone in his pocket

would dial her number after three

days of not talking to him;

she knew it was calling the

last number dialed— she loved that it was hers.

She loved how he said her name

because there was always, always

something substantial in it.

She loved how he made her feel:

important, beautiful, wanted, desired... loved,

even though she'd have to remind him,

Did you read that poem I submitted?—

well, they were not broken or

falling apart requiring his handwork.

She thought she must drive him nuts,

at least once in a while;

she always wanted his handwork.