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Enjoy Me Slowly
Enjoy me slowly,
There’s no need to rush
Undress my mind
Like you would my body
Savoring every moment-
Every spark in between us.
I don’t want to skip all the sweetness,
For the sake of temporary pleasure
If you are patient,
You will get to enjoy my center.
I’m not impressed by
The size of your erection,
How much you can lift,
The places you’ve traveled,
The things that you’ve seen,
The wild sex that you’ve had,
The competitions you’ve won,
The fitness of your body,
Or the motorcycle you ride.
I want to know about your family,
Your friends,
The heartbreaks and joys you’ve experienced
What activities make you feel the best
What books you read
What gets underneath your skin
What challenges you
What stimulates you…
How do you feel about yourself?
Do you enjoy where you’re at in your life?
What else do you want to experience?I want you to want to know my answers to these questions too
Because I want to share the deepest parts of myself with you.© 2019 Vic Romero
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The Inbetween
Caught in the inbetween:
The state of being a kid and an adult
Required to act mature,
But often regarded as a joke
The disagreeing expectations muddle,
Puddling at my feet
Is it acceptable to eagerly jump in?
Or should I worry?
If it’s a pool….perhaps it’s depth is too deep.
Unsure of what to do with myself,
As I’m caught in this “inbetween”
It’s an awkward state,
But it’s a result of being a teen.
© 2019 Vic RomeroAll Rights Reserved.
I wrote this circa 2012/2013…I’ve been thinking about an “inbetween” state lately…particularly about early adulthood. More on this later though. For now, I will be leaving you all with this teen-angst selfie from 2013, featuring sunglasses that take up my entire face, a cut-up Never Shout Never shirt, and iconic red lipstick.
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Flowers 💐
She smiled shyly the first time she brought me flowers-
They were my favorite colors.
She wanted me to remember
That someone was thinking about me
And that I was not alone as I navigated my grief.I later took pictures of the bouquet from all different angles
And sent the photos to all my friends
Who were so impressed by such thoughtfulnessShe smiled proudly the next few times she gifted me a flower arrangement
Some were roses of different sizes,
Others were seasonal blooms
The flowers were to honor our anniversaries,
Or to celebrate my accomplishmentsI took pictures of all those flowers
And I changed their water daily
To extend the time I could admire them before they wiltedAt some point, her smiles weakened
Sometimes even tears stained her cheeks,
When she handed me beautiful flowers
In an attempt to seek forgiveness,
To seek reassurance of my love for herI always accepted the flowers graciously
And put them in a vase
To be admired until they died, or until they stank too muchThe last time she brought me a bouquet, she was crying hysterically
She had been waiting an hour for me
And I had been waiting for weeks for things to improve between us.
Her shoulders slumped as she offered me the flowers
This time…I told her to keep themShe put them in a vase,
Placed the vase on her nightstand
And sent me a picture.© 2019 Vic Romero
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Tell Me How
So…tell me how it all happened.
Did it begin when you sent her a flirty text?
Did you send that text between professing your love for me
And conveying how much you missed me?Did you ask her out on a date
Between wrongfully accusing me of dating my friend,
and expressing how upset you’d be if that were true?Did you hold her hand after texting me
To ask if you can still see me this summer
Because you couldn’t imagine your life without me?Did you kiss her between writing about me
And confessing that you’re still grieving the relationship?When did you begin to fall for her?
Around the time you blew up my phone
To call me a coward
For not responding to your texts
About hopefully getting back together again in the future?I don’t know when you finally found the closure
I tried to give you at the end of our relationship,
And I don’t know when you found someone else to love,
But these endings and beginnings seem to blurI think you only began to respect my desire for space
Because you became distracted by her.© 2019 Vic Romero
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surpassing
back then
each passing day
was one day toward a milestone-one week
one month
one year togetherwe celebrated with fresh flowers,
thoughtful love letters,
and dinner while holding hands across the tablenow
each passing day
is one more day that we’ve been apartone week
one month
eventually one yeari acknowledge those days now
but I probably will forget about them latereventually the days apart will surpass the days spent together
© 2019 Vic Romero
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Five Years Later
I’ve reluctantly returned to this shabby town:
A graveyard of my former friends-turned-foes
Five years ago, the demons had burned this shithole down
It has since become silent here, lone for the anguished, laughing echoesOnly my ghosts thrive here now
Incapacitated since the demolition
When I pass them, their white lips are pressed into frowns
Their eyes are haunted by regretful recognition© 2019 Vic Romero
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Surviving December
Eventually, friction invites a flicker
A flicker of light and warmth
Warmth to suffocate the interminable cold, dry evenings
Evenings that are otherwise desolate of life
Life is reborn from the lonesome spark
Sparks burst into bright, hot flames
Flames crackle as they dance together
Together they crawl upward to kiss the luminescent moon
© 2018 Vic Romero
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Oh, The Horror
[A double feature
That defines the human race
With science fiction]They were just married
Sought help at Frankenstein’s Place
During the downpourWhat they were in for
They did not quite understand
‘Til the Time Warp danceFrom Translyvania
Was a transvestite convention
And new inventionsFrank N. Furter
Brought Rocky to life, to love
Someone for himselfThen things got crazy
Seduction caused destruction
Concluded with danceSome odd people died
But the newlyweds survived
They went home that night…[Humans are insects,
Crawling on the planet’s face
Without true meaning]© 2013-2018 Vic Romero
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
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When You Meet Your Soulmate
She pursued me with
An intensity I had never experienced before.
It was electrifying, yet terrifying
I was afraid to get too close
Afraid to touch
I didn’t want to be shocked
By the electricity that coursed between us
Gosh, this type of love is dangerous
It’s passionate yet soft
Curious yet hesitant…
I wasn’t ready for this
Was I?
I wasn’t expecting this
Why not?
I didn’t have all the answers
I just didn’t want her to stop
Wanting me
© 2018 Vic Romero
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the moments that still haunt me
aggressive/passionate kisses
from thin/full, confident lips,
while curious hands find the hem
of my pleather/tennis skirt
warm but forceful hands
directing/coaxing my body,
my hands,
my head.
pushing/guiding me onto the bed
rolling in bed
with sheets that aren’t mine/
sheets that aren’t even his
a body that doesn’t move
at the same rhythm as mine.
a body that doesn’t even tune into
my frequency.
sleeping on the edge of the bed,
his body turned away/
his body clinging onto mine,
his erection pressing into me
leaving before dawn
and walking home alone, unseen/
waking up in the afternoon
in his embrace/beside him
waking up in an unfamiliar room/
in a room i’ve become too familiar with
feeling loved/feeling empty.
©️ 2018 Vic Romero