I bet you were

a eager puppy

always pulling at

your mama’s teat

elbowing your mates

you’re gangly and needy like that

the memory of milk fresh

watching you lying here

by my chair, I know

you dream of it still

I hear you making little

suckling noises in your sleep

feet twitching

pink lips quivering

it feels like trust

your vulnerability exposed

outside your pack, yet

feeling safe

so near another

not your kind—but

we have a pact now,

you and me.

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We found

each other

in a coincidental

Cha-cha-cha,

synchronicity

guiding our steps

though

place and time

estranged

events

we found

the dance

had meaning

after all

~~~

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’Tis a relief and a gift

for a novice like me

to fall from favor so easily.

Where I cannot compete with

sharp tongues and wit

I’ll take my leave

A nice corner I’ll sit.

It’s all for the best,

I’ve not parried enough

to feign and twist or

Bluff off the cuff.

I’ll concede to lay down

this weighty sabre

forthwith,

and retire my bid

for admiration

with this;

It’s much too much

for one of

confidences so lean

to be a witty nitwit

when the chatter

turns mean.

S Lynn Knight 2016

Drunk-Dialing The Universe

Let me tell you the truth

unvarnished when told

I’ve knocked a few back

though I shan’t be so bold

My laundry you’ll see

has become verily unclean

and I’ve drunk enough spite

to say what I mean

I shall lay it all out

before the sorting is done

you may giggle and titter

we’ll all have some fun

Now the morning has come

and I find what I’ve shared

it has all been made public

my dirties now aired!

I’ve made you a witness

a party it seems

to what I’d meant to delete

in this nightmarish dream

But it seems your sympathies

were needed and sought

the kindness of strangers

the comfort it brought

Now, dare I say it,

regret, I shall not

for drunk dialing the universe

upon second thought.

S Lynn Knight 2016

In the secret place

where lives are stored the

details of which

time unmoors then

casts adrift

the life before — 

sending

your marbles

across the floor…

Scatter they will

to dark corners

and rest, some

rolling and hiding

under your bed.

Most pleasant will be

the lightest effect,

wandering round

with the emptiest

of heads.

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I’ve got a passel of worries

Oh, too many to share

when the sun slides over the quarry

I herd them over there

Along with woes and slights

tie them up with coil and snare

so I may travel unburdened to

the land of nod unimpaired.

But the sheep have all been shorn

their wool but bloody too

don’t worry ’bout me, friend

I’m wearing magic boots

The Sandman gave them to me

he swore it was his name

though it may have been ’ol Beelzebub

barging in on my counting game.

S Lynn Knight 2016

Oh, that I could feel your breath

upon my brow and then,

the quickened pulse, the supple passion

from whence our love began.

How I envy when others woo

lost, though I’ve known it too

brings me to this place of sorrow;

bereft, if complete and true.

Perhaps if we’d known less ardor

I would not miss it now;

there’d be no angst for tomorrow

since desire has run afoul.

Aching for love we knew had been

but the magic seems all but flat,

I would dance should I ever see that hare again

popping out of your silk top hat!

S Lynn Knight 2016