Mimi Mona Poetry: We Need No Alternatives

©We Need No Alternatives

Mimi Wolske, May 2014

Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™

All Rights Reserved

Here we sit again tonight;

Can't set aside these cravers...if you will.

I fall to the floor on these old knees;

Outside, the trees fall still.

You press your hand between my thighs,

Push me back; I dull my eyes and

Search for novas in the skies;

Say a prayer for you, my man.

Then, in a second before release,

Can I believe my eyes...understand?

There you stand by me and tease,

Bringing to me this door of

Ecstasy once and so much more.

From every sun that ascends,

A lonesome moon will grow—

A dream of love understands,

It's that two-hearted dream you know.

Drive my heart into the fire,

Into the fire of our burning desire.

Can you hear me come in my dream?

It's become our nightly theme—

And here we sit again tonight.

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