Love's Got Nothing To Do With It

 

Before I perish

I want you to know,

every leaf in the streets that fall from the trees

 are how many times I fall for you

and as they race down the roads,

it's effort to pioneer new ways to 

remind you.

~Tina Meeks 

More Ruminations

 

I'd rather be steeping 

like boiling hot tea.

So hot that the steam curls into itself

in mid air from 

the highest diving board and into

a pool of sexy, that you are.

- You are a megaphone and well spoken

for miles on end and no filter

because the truth is the only way,

and fuck any other mantra.

I just want you to like me as much

as you appreciate a good pizza.

~Tina Meeks

Recent Ruminations

 

Deeper than marrow, 

you have stowed away to the center of my being,

and belong.  

Erupting the heart thumping.

Impatience to get rid of anything around and focus 

on the way you breath deeply.

And to hold you close.

And exist in a private realm 

and make believe

that we are the only ones that matter.

Grasping your small hands to mine,

fitting effortlessly

like parking at the marina to follow the waves.

Wading in the stillness.

Feeling the car shift from the wind.

Glance at one another to see what's caught the attention.

Watching the sun shift, reflecting in your eyes.

Like sucking up your presence

through a straw and embracing

as the smell of your hair slowly takes center stage...

~Tina Meeks

Apartment

 

I dreamt you were stacks of concrete and trees

with holes.

You breathe throughout the night and hiccup 

suddenly.

I only want to lie to myself

and pretend that you are a simple

piece of this puzzle that I like

to pick apart little bit by bit,

and dissect single elements while spiraling

into loops of thoughts 'til lost in a cycle

of endless questions.

It all started with you and you lead me

to riding the thought train of

what you might mean when you creak at night.

If I'm missing something, am I supposed to listen harder?

~Tina Meeks

New Published Work Update

 

Thanks to Nnọkọ Stories, I have 3 more published pieces of work! Feel free to check them out!

https://nnoko.org/6-14-17-mint-green-other-poems-tina-meeks/

Fuck It.

 

When I woke up in the morning,

I wished it'd been the middle of

the night

so there would be enough time to fall 

deeper into another sleep.

To roam as I may.

To be alone and drift through

half real realms with truth

injected into them.

So I could pretend to give a fuck

about what ever the hell.

I just wanted to go back to sleep

and hide from facing emotional tolls

that have already got me unhinged.

Shackle me to the ground.

Play me like hopscotch made of

brittle bones.

Build castles from what's left and make it pretty.

I just wanted to go back to sleep for 

a little while and wish that by the time

I open my eyes again, there'd be something 

different in front of me

and won't choke me from behind.

The alarm went off.

The moment it sounded, I sighed.

Laying there for a moment.

Turning to the other side.

Glancing to see how much light was shining 

beyond the curtains.

I thought, fuck it, and got up.

~Tina Meeks

What Ever You Wanna Call It

 

I love the way you linger around

in the room after leaving.

Deeply inhaling the pillow to bring you 

back to the forefront of my brain.

Sinking into a cloud of peace.

Diving into bliss from a mere smell.

In love with the affectionate thought of

hands grazing together.

Delicate touches that grab my attention.

All it takes is the essence of your being 

to carry on a euphoric, uplifting 

grounded place to be.

~Tina Meeks