Erato Marie-Anne Rachel Ricci ~ Published Montréal Writer Resident in Edmonton

Lips

Take off your armor
I want to wrap my dreams around your chest

Close your eyes
I want to dust your eyelids with my fantasies

Open your mouth
I want to feed you my dreams with my soft tongue

Be quiet,
So I can listen to the story
That the lines around your eyes are trying to tell me

Yes you can talk to my soul
Press your lips onto the skin of my stomach
And whisper the things your afraid my ears will hear

Rub your back against my bare chest,
So I can feel what your heart is trying to imply

I can touch your bruises with my lips
Can magic taste so sweet

Russian Roulette

God refused
There would be no sympathy
In exchange for my mistake

In my defense
I tried to ignore his prayers
With watery eyes

Honestly
The strength between my legs
Gave into the temptation
That lived in his hands

I'm accompanied by a visitor
But my decision remains
To be made alone

Looking down at the skin that separates us
I ask you to forgive the choice
That my tears have made

Saying goodbye to a face that I've never seen
Has made it difficult to smile at his

Try to understand
My hands were not wise enough
To carry the definition of responsibility

Your life will continue to mature
In my regrets

Daddy's Little Girl

Rejection choked my ability
To understand
You see selfishness in the emotions
That depress me

At one with my thoughts
I am put back into place

The comfort we share
When we are naked
Has now bullied
My insecurities

You were suppose to end
What my father created
In my life

Forgetful me,
I neglected the fact
That you both share
What I can't trust

Regrets will embrace you
And display no mercy
Towards your loss

I will cry until the love
I am feeling for you
Will release itself
From my chest