I wake from restless sleep, go about my day,
speak to a girlfriend about poetry & sex (or the lack of it).
We joke & she writes that she almost spit out
a mouthful of coffee on her monitor
from laughing. I smile then.
She sends me a link to a site that offers
various gifts of pleasure, tells me to choose.
I accept her offer,
& pick a soft, purple one with tiny flowers
whose petals spin against places
where a woman might feel lonely, aching
on the outside &
have a heart trembling inside her
for fear of the cold.
I wonder if men know
that when they give a woman a flower,
they should consider running its petals
along her pretty breasts, slide them
slowly across her abdomen, the curve
of her hip, her soft thighs.
Use it to awaken
the spot where she blossoms.
– Heather Lenz
February 15, 2016
Another night of Cannot Sleep,
too many cigarettes
too many thoughts facing me down
like records skipping in a room without love.
For all the times I remember, so many
things fell broken through my hands.
When I tried to taste rain
there was too much sunlight
hurting my eyes & I could hear that
voice inside of me say: “run, before you
Now I lean on a pillow, my body curled
like a flower, years of stories kept quiet
in a room where a Blue Nude
bends down her head in her arms
My body is restless & yearning
for healing, for touch, for an answer
beyond mere survival.
It draws in breaths through lonely
hours, dreams of a night or a moment
all tender, silken rain
like a sky that has fallen beneath you
& gathered some stars for your smile.
– Heather Lenz
February 10, 2016
What Do I Do Now- freestyle spoken word
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