Penwalks Poetry
Copyright, By Athena
Kiss Me
By Athena


So, you think you’re not tall enough.  Neither am I.

And you imagine you’re not ripped, like a body builder.  

That’s okay, I’m not stacked like Dolly.

You say your hair is thin, you’re getting wrinkles and you snore…
Me too, but don’t tell anyone.

You have a morbid fascination with death that translates to poetry, sing off key in
the shower and had an imaginary friend when you were six.  You cheated on your
girlfriend when you were 20 and your first wife left you because you were
“emotionally vacant”, and as you tell me this, presumably to warn me away, I can
see the love you still have for her.

You smoked pot once when you were a freshman, went to church every Sunday
until you graduated college and learned that God was something else.  You
believe the world is worth saving, and that people are generally good.  You collect
antique keys, implying heavily that some time you’d like to show me a few of the
more interesting finds.

Then as though you’ve done something wrong in attracting my curiosity you
quickly inform me you smoke, drink, swear and have difficulty committing in a
relationship.

Me too, all of the above.

So stop telling me why I shouldn’t find you attractive.  Stop trying to save me from
making up my own mind –

Just shut the fuck up and kiss me.
Almost Perfect
By Athena


I saw you watching me from across the room
Smoke haze and drunken chatter in the air between us

You lifted your eyes and I could see the things you wanted to do to my body
reflected in their depths.  I smiled.

As if it were real I could feel your hand splayed across my belly, your lips on my
skin… your teeth raking my shoulder.  I clutched the edge of the table waiting for
you, but you turned in your chair leaned against the bar and stared into an amber
filled glass.

I watched your shoulders roll forward, your arms pull in and I knew by the tilt of
your head – you thought you’d lost.  
You could have had me with a word.  A confident smile   A cheesy joke.  I could
see you in there burning to be set free…

The air outside was cold.  A biting sting made worse by disappointment – you were
almost perfect – almost.