Love’s A Game

Love’s
a game,
where
you get to
win,
like classic checkers
or
the time
you
forced your Queen
into
my
King’s
black square
box.
Or,
the time
you
let
me win,
and
gave way to my
smile
and gaze
without
effort.
Love’s
a
game,
and I’m
here
to
lose often,
even
if it means
you
get to dream
closer
to
me,
or
I get to wedge
myself
in
between
your legs
just
a few
more times.

M. C. Davis

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Like The Time

Remember
the time
we
lounged
around
like Serengeti
cats,
scratching
at
our past lives,
and
chasing
down
a
few lunch
dates?
Remember
the
moment
we first
danced
without
moving,
as
we let the night
just
collapse,
and a
fall
around us like
loose
sheets?
I remember
the
time I
saw
poetry on
your skin,
and
had
every opportunity
to
explore
every
syllable.

M.C. Davis

Here

Here
I am,
just cutting
and
pasting my
way
through
your narrow channels,
filling
in
like loose
dirt
and rubble
too
wide
to
fit otherwise.

I’m
here,
and falling
into
what
we call love,
and
letting go
of the things
that
give
us too much
weight,
like
a mountain
does
after
a long
rainy season.

Look,
we’re here,
and
full
of the things
of youth,
so
before you step
too
far from me,
let’s
first figure
out
how to get you
out
of
these loose
clothes.

M.C. Davis

I Can Be

I can be
the syllables
that
define your
simplest
poetry,
or
the crooked lines
that
draw up the
notes,
dimensions,
and
chromosomes
that
toughen
up
your realness.
I can
also
be
the crawly
things
that
make you
sweat
without
stopping
for a
second look,
or
perhaps
I can
be
a life
for you, with
only your
smile
pressed
into the crevices
of
my heart.
See,
what
I can be
are
all the things
that
I
get to see
in
the
depth
of
your
eyes,
the poetry
on
your skin,
and
the
reflection
of
our life
in
such beautiful
Technicolor.

I can be
because
you
are.

M.C. Davis

At Last

In love
and
war,
we get to
decide
how this love
gets
thrown
around,
and in
between a muddy
season
and
a drought,
we
are
just finding out
how
this life
really
feels
without
all the
rules
and protests.

In love
and
war,
this dream
just
keeps on
dreaming,
but
let’s not
wake up too
soon,
or else
we’ll be
too late
for
the party
that
just started.

What this
poet
means
to say
is
that
in
love and
war,
we get to
decide
how
this love
gets thrown
around,
and
this smile
just
won’t
go
away
with you
just
standing
there.

M.C. Davis

You Don’t Have To Worry

See,
you don’t have
to
worry
since I’m
into
that
all
knight
and shining
armor stuff,
like Authur
used
to
do after
a rain
storm.
I’m here,
willing,
and
ready
to
drop this
coat over a
million
puddles,
to
let you walk
with
you
swag and ease.
As
you do.
All jazz
in between those
thighs.
Full
of all
the chromatic
notes
that only
we get
to hear.
See,
you don’t
have
to worry
since
I’m
the only who
gets
to
pave your
way,
and
even when
we’re
down
to the wire,
we’re
in
a
smooth layer
of
the clouds,
and the
only
dry spot
on
this planet is
the
spot
we’ve carved out
in
between
these
sheets.

M.C. Davis

There You Were

There you were,
just
gazing and shit,
making this
life
up as
you went
along,
and
I was
fortunate
to
end
up in your view
all
bushy-eyed,
and ready.
Life
tangled us
up,
forcing
our oxygen levels
to
merge like
dominant
mountains
that lean
too
far
into each other
on
not so windy
days.

There you were,
just
facing in the
right shade
of
the sun,
and I was
there
with
all of my glamor
and
frills,
just waiting
for
your stage
appearance.

See,
there you
were
inside of my soul,
and
I
got to be
very
quiet for once,
if
only to hear your
poetry
slowly falling
into
place.

M.C. Davis