Last Year's Hedo Poem

Okay y'all! I had to get this one out. Had a blast with you guys this year!
Just throwing out the general feel of the experience for people I talked to. Change the scenario to fit your jawn,!!!!! Give your two cents....see ya in 2012.

Fantasy ends when
doors close,
when kisses are committed
to memory
and flights leave;
When hedonistic tendencies
are packed away in bags
and checked for reality
in customs lines

My head said, "Please, just let him
Wrap his statements
In strawberry blunts
And blow them in
Whispers past your ears."
So I did,
His voice in my head
Will hold me here
For just a while longer
listening to words like 'home'
'time' and 'tomorrow'. "

Needing to be laid out flat
to receive his brand of healing
from the 359 days of hard work, no play
giving pieces of myself away everyday…..

But that….was yesterday.

Today
Suffering heavily
from withdraw
wanting to recount it all
a good girl sitting still as a statue
but my poor sensiblities won't regulate
he spent time marking me
so I can't even concentrate
to many distractions to meditate
tomorrow we'll see If i can just ....
calm down

I was under his thumb willingly
pleased that he pushed me
to bend and hold, to wait,
to touch, to beg

Heart fluttering
Feeling like a baby girl
in love with her daddy
Jumping to do whatever he asked
As long as the time passed
slowly
Like storybook places
with no clocks
And waves that pound like heartbeats
quiet moments that seem to not stop

Fantasy ends when
doors close,
when kisses are committed
to memory
and flights leave
when we know
there will be no reprieve
longing of that man’s
energy.