Feet

I quite like feet,

I think they are kind of neat,

If you believe in birth signs,

There might be a link,

Pisces like feet I think,

They should be our heroes,

 In praise they get zeros,

They carry our weight,

Though they are a part, we might hate,

As erogenous zones go,

For many, they are a no go,

Sucking toes  seems to induce shudders,

Not of desire, but outrage in others,

Poor little feet,

Can be quite sweet,

OK they can pong,

That is very wrong,

But still I have to repeat,

I quite like feet.

Internet Relationships… What is real.

What is real and what is dream
Hard to tell with you it seems
What is real when all you know
Is second hand, a major blow
What is real, when all you share
Is part  of your  life, but, is reality there?
What is real , is the friendship case
Knowing at some point, we touch base
What is real is humour and fun
Sharing  moments one by one
What is real is a ripple in my life
Changing my boundaries, making me thrive
What is real is a lack of insight
Things that I share, are they recieved right
What is real is the way to know
What you are saying, when it feels like a blow
What is real is the need to believe we are 

friends indeed
What is real are our different lives
But thats just fine that makes us wise
What is real is our different take
On lifes problems our views on fate
What is real is the spark that we get
Chasing new knowledge when we’ve never met

Coup de Foudre. 

The coup de foudre when it comes
Often has a roll of drums
What sparks the action, who can tell
Lust and hormones can cause hell
The gentle meeting of two minds
Interests that mean, you are two of a kind
The lightening strikes, the need to touch
Desolation, when apart, can be too much
The need to eat each other alive
Without the other you can’t survive
But will it last and stay the course
Or will love die and cause divorce?
The coup de foudre doesn’t stay
When lust has waned it goes away
Then the work is on to build
A strong relationship, become more skilled
Alternatively the relationship dies
Too little in common, no stars in the eyes
The coup de foudre is an amazing thing
Nothing is quite like it for creating a zing.

Trust

What we need is the fluidity of trust

Not reinforced concrete, with bars that rust

Trust, that our partner will do the right thing

Not constrained, by our moral compass, expectations, with a sting

Love is being given , the space to grow

Support and caring , no rigidity, no under tow 

There is hurt In life, often unintentional

It’s how we deal with the issues, may need unconventional

Can we ever learn, to make our relationships zing

Growing the good, deflecting the sting

We need to learn the lessons from yesterday

Modify our own responses, to the issues at play

Do we find out to late, the relationship could have been good

It was our actions and inactions, that made it into, splinters of wood

What we need is the fluidity if trust.

 

My internal monologue

My internal monologue is mine alone

Some of it hidden, like a dog hides a bone

Some of it’s shared with those I love

But those darker thoughts, are shoved

Into minds recesses, shrouded and clothed.
Sometimes my monologue, shows in my face

Irritation, impatience mirror my distaste

I am adept at hiding , some of my feelings

Looking serene when the mind is reeling

My internal monologue is mine alone.
Some people think they can predict my moves

My reactions transparent, well oiled groves

They don’t understand, when my choice is askew

When I take an altogether, alternative view   

My internal monologue is mine alone.
Is there always, a part hidden away?

Ideas, memories, beliefs, that hold sway

Those deepest doubts, the darkest fears

The naughty needs, the mental scar, opinion drear

My internal monologue affects the personae I present.