Teeth and Nothing More

All bite, no bark.

Belligerency so endearing!

Seeking sensation, 
A kiss, perhaps.

Something to let me slumber some more.

To dream of toothy smile.
Pearly whites bared in a slanted line.

A laugh to break the silence,
A cry to soothe the eyes.

I wake up next to him.
Naked, stoned still.
Making patterns of the air he pulls in,
And heaves out.

To pass the time, of course.
I'll turn him into words. 

Breathing quiet and rhythmic,
Breathing steady and slow.

The rise and fall of chest and stomach,
I mimic your ebb and flow.

And yet the moment quickly passes,
Oh, does it ever so!

And soon again,
With bitter warning,
I lie instead in bed alone. 

Solitude so endearing.

Seeking serenity,
A smoke, perhaps.

Something worth holding onto,
Something pretty to restore.

Disguised as fleeting daydream, 
Spitting lines all heard before. 

Mouth lined with hopes and dreams, 
Teeth and nothing more.

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Hellooooooo!!!! I’m alive!!!!!! I hope you are all doing super well.

I am two semesters into my master’s program, and three months into teaching third grade. It has all been quite life-changing in a terrifying and wonderful way.

I have freed myself from the shackles of yet another subpar man, Amen! The result is another poem that begins loving and ends spiteful. Delicious, nutritious, classic! I rushed the end a bit, but I like how it sounds enough to share.

Today’s plans include wasting my time walking aimlessly and CVS dyeing my hair a reddish-brown shade. I hope November treats you all well, and December even better. I will keep getting my heart broken so as to breed more poetry, and we’ll all be home for dinner. Best to you and yours as always!