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

hard

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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© Not Enough

to know

I prefer Earl Grey

when picking

up the shattered,

splattered,

shredded mess

called my heart

from your first 

knowing stare

by Mimi Wolske

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Mimi-Mona Poetry: Our Shadows Blend

©Our Shadows Blend

Mimi Wolske

Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™

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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.