Tag Archives: longing

Sonnet: Wishing You


Wishing you were here does not make it so;

Extraordinary surprise, waiting

Holding onto unsaid words; what I know

Creates an inner need that needs sating.

Wishing you felt so exactly the same

Craving what has not been inside so long

It is unfair to you to force equal, no blame

Should rest on one whose spirit is so strong.

But, wishing all that I wish for can drive

A chasm that could not be crossed inside

Ceasing feelings that would die, not so thrive

Pulls me inward, keeping silent; I hide.

Oh, wishing you felt like I truly do

Wishing I  the nerve to say I love you.

‘O Sole Meow-o


What a beautiful thing is a sunny day!
Ma n’atu sole,
cchiù bello, oje ne’
‘O sole meow-o
sta ‘nfronte a te!
‘O sole, ‘o sole meow-o,
sta ‘nfronte a te!
sta ‘nfronte a te!
It’s my own sun that’s upon your face! The sun, my own sun,It’s upon your face!It’s upon your face!
O, how I wish you were here to hold me, my love…
My eternal goddess, the one who lays out my feast,
The one who takes the emptiness of lonely days
And smothers me with kisses
Transfixed, am I, with the golden rays of love
You so sweetly give to me, with stroking,
Chucking and a squeeze…you hold me up to your own inner light
And I am putty in your hands.You left me, left me, left me,
And all I can do is rend and tear, gnaw and gash;
I roam these empty rooms, these halls, and show you my wrath
A present from within left in an unsightly manner
Sleeping in the sunlight, the only warmth I have, the…
Wait..the click, the latch, the swinging in…O…
It is my love, O, it is she
My heart beats with a mighty…wait, I’ll ignore her for a moments time,
Then grind my way between her legs.
She scoops me up, tickles my belly, and I flail in delight.
I am whole again.


OK…before ANYONE tries to read something more into this, I will do what I loathe: explain myself.

I found the picture of the kitten, and just the expression (photo-shopped or not) and the posture was just too good to pass up. Again, before my mind takes me to The Abysmal Dollhouse, or the drama that will happen on Wednesday  October 5th with my first The Rule of Three posting…I just wanted to have some fun. Stu’s just wanna have fun.

I just submitted this to Poetry Picnic blogfest thingy, hosted at The Gooseberry Garden. Check them out: the theme was Love and Loss…and, well, Kitty exemplifies all that.