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Truth Decay

The day he moved in he started 
packing all of her away.
She barely even noticed her 
personal truth decay. 
Her mirror reflected shadowed eyes, 
echoed her quiet dismay.
Without a breath in her defense she 
was a captured castaway.
She barely even noticed her 
personal truth decay. 
Naively she didn't stand as he kept 
her friends at bay.
Without a breath in her defense she 
was a captured castaway.
The home that she had filled with 
dreams disappeared when she 
disobeyed.
Naively she didn't stand as he kept 
her friends at bay.
Her mirror reflected shadowed eyes, 
echoed her quiet dismay.
The home that she had filled with 
dreams disappeared when she 
disobeyed.
The day he moved in he started 
packing all of her away.

Ruby Honeytip
© 2013
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Still you

Three knocks on the door,
Sweat on my skin,
Don’t want to stop it,
I let you in.

Your voice my reward,
Your tongue on my lips,
Subtle shift toward love,
For me, the scale tips.

Seven knocks to the floor,
Destiny spoke ,
I dust myself off,
Three words stuck in my throat.

You mock me some more,
With your flippant remarks,
Innocent barbs,
Shot straight through my heart.

Vous avez mon amour,
My passion in-situ,
Forever unchanging,
In my heart there’s still you.

© 2012
Ruby Honeytip

Truth

Do you feel the weight press against you?
The weight of cold pressing truth.
Does it force the guilt from your pores like oil?
No..I see it is light as a bubble…. truth lifting its way out of you
With a merry grin and promises of eternal friendship.
Oh..the divine freedoms of nothing more!
Alas, loves confusion is my bed of nails,
And, it seems I am tucked down tight.
My too high pillow is stuffed full of whispered wishes
And wet with a river of tears.
Oh what delicious torment to be started through happenstance!
What does it matter if purity of intention,
Holds me from freedom of heart
If both leave me lonely?

© 2012

Ruby Honeytip

Feet and Hands (Esperanza)

As a young girl, I would stare at my bloodied feet.

Hardened, dirty, sore.

Miles walked on scorching earth collecting food and water for my family,

Eyes open, mind closed to the loss, the dry hunger

And violence toward the ones I loved and the ones I didn’t.

I looked to the stars and prayed for relief.

I imagined myself swept far away and planted in a different place where death is not daily.

I prayed for my Mother, for the survival of my friend,

I prayed for help.

One day help came and I began my journey…..

My daughter has a balanced stance,

And delicate coloured shoes.

She learned at school there are 26 bones

In her soft feet

And she thinks it a miracle.

She smiles at passers by

And picks sunflowers for her brothers,

As I water our plants and breathe.

Esperanza sits at my feet as she makes flower chains

And chatters of her new dear friend and her cat.

I was given a hand up by people I can never repay.

They gave me an education and the chance to work hard for the possibility of a life I have shown to my children.

The only way I can pay it back is to live the life the charity intended.

I will hold on to the outstretched hands of my Sisters

And lead the way out……..

©  2012

Ruby Honeytip

A Date Night

She looks beautiful for their movie date
Flushed, she is running a little late.
Excited to see his beautiful face,
She sees him there and they embrace.
His touch ignites her hidden passion
And she steps back with meek discretion.
She is embarrassed by public displays,
So she hurries inside without delay.
The lights inside slowly dim,
In the dark she catches a little glimpse!
A hand is sneaking on her shoulder
Across her back, moving to hold her.
What’s this? !
He doesn’t stop it there!
Now his hands are everywhere!
One is running up her thigh,
All she gives is a tiny sigh.
So he moves his hand a little higher.
Now her body is on fire!
The crowd around them are all laughing
At something funny said in passing.
She hardly knows, or even hears them
As his hand finds her breasts and suddenly clears them.
Released from her bra, he goes berserk,
His fingers really go to work!
She feels a delightful, liquid ripple,
As his fingers quite roughly, tug at her nipple.
She really tries to silence her breathing.
Her face is red, her mind is reeling!
Then she feels a delicious hum
Oh my!
She’s just about to…..
The crowd starts clapping, there’s music, there’s light!
It gives her a start and a great big fright.
He starts to laugh as she gains composure
He quickly reclips and hurries to clothe her.
Before anybody would ever guess
What just happened under her dress.
Red faced she scrambles from the theatre
Followed closely by her sexy conspirator
Suddenly there is an urgent race
To find a way back to their place.
He’s glad he gets to share his life
With this girl he long ago made his wife.

© 2012