Covet

"Covet"

Her heart raced wondering what he was doing

Eyes burning, staring off into her own imagination

Did he think of her when he laughed with another

Was his smile as bright in someone else’s presence

The thought of him sitting by an alter that was not hers

Drove her mad

He is to want and worship only me

She whispered

She knew no threat existed

But just the mere thought the impossible possibilities

Made her hunger

She was a restless flame

Bouncing to and from

Burning for him

Envy’s venom tickled her head

And poisoned her heart

She was jealous he was not at her beck and call

And she savored every last moment

Knowing he liked it that way

Robert Lloyd

29 April 2016

I Won’t

"I Won’t"

I won’t apologize for this she whispers

As her lips graze mine

I am not sorry for wanting you

I am not sorry for sending your heart racing

I will not regret making you ache with desire

Tomorrow may make me a memory

But I won’t apologize for now

I won’t apologize for this she whispers

As she nibbles on my neck

I am not sorry for needing you

I am not sorry for rendering you speechless

I will not regret the shudders you send down my spine

Tomorrow may make us a memory

But I won’t apologize for now

I won’t apologize for this she whispers

As she pulls away from our last kiss

I am not sorry for what just happened

I am not sorry for leaving you to stare at me longingly

I will not regret any of us

Tomorrow may make you a memory

But I will not apologize for now

Robert Lloyd

28 April 2016

Temptation

"Temptation"

She hung wet on his lips like she was right there

Her kiss was thick and velvet

And hours ago

Forbidden made it all the more sweeter

What were they thinking

Did they dare tempt yesterday’s promise for today’s fantasies

The question was fleeting

Because the trespass was already accomplished

They already found hell in one another’s touch

And they did not give a damn

It was perfection

Full of regret and want in the same instant

They knew it would not be the first

And they dreaded the day it was to be their last

Yet they still danced hungrily

Wanting the next chance to sin again

Robert Lloyd

27 April 2016

Work Day Daydreams

“Work Day Daydreams”

She sits staring blankly

Gazing into the nothingness only she can see

Her imagination painting so many other worlds with him

She sees herself in a field of sunflowers

Or standing by a mountain lake

She can feel a warm tropic sun as it massages her skin

Then the phone rings

And the reality of her world takes hold

He watches her from afar

Wishing the smile she rarely shares might be because of him

Wondering what she looks like pressed into the pillows and full of lust

He sees their embrace and his heart skips

If only he could chase down yesterday and make her his

He wants for something he can never have and devours every second of her he can

Then the phone rings

And the reality of his world takes hold

They struggle with their lives

Traveling into the fantasies of what could have been

Trying to escape their cemented paths

At least they have each other for brief impossible moments

Their eyes meet every so often and glow with fire

Smiles break the tension

Then the phone rings

And the reality of their worlds takes hold

Robert Lloyd

27 April 2016

Little Moments

“Little Moments”

I need you pressed against me

To feel your warm honey kissed skin on mine

I want to tell you all my fantasies

So we can make them come true

I want to chase the dream neither of us are supposed to have

If only just because I know it will make you smile

I wish we could outrun reality

Leave everything behind

And get lost on empty beach with its warm water tickling our toes

I know this is just a picture hanging center and displayed in my mind

Like one in museum we are never allowed to touch

But still it’s amazing to look at

And so are you

I may only get moments of your day

But it is those very moments that make my day worth it

Robert Lloyd

26 April 2016

Tenacious

"Tenacious" 

Her alabaster pale white skin is broken by the shiny metal of inspiration, hunger and other’s hope. She listens to the words impossible, never and can’t and she smiles with a wicked defiant grin. Her eyes beaming brave against the world. No stairs can tame her and no words can cause her to falter. She is determination and reason balanced by an elegant graceful beauty. As the wind floats through her golden locks she savors the onlooker’s astonishment no matter a catwalk or the orange crumble of a quarter mile track. Just try and tell her she can’t do something.

Aimee Mullins is the double amputee model and athlete who inspired this piece.

Endless

"Endless"

Patterns of my youth have emerged

Like a fog light of hope

Breaking through the grey clouds of submission

I had given in to the thoughts of lonely expectations

And was ready to find my inner solitary peace

And then

She erased the droll life before me

Or at least showed me a path to follow

Giving me a chance to realize our dreams may fade

But they never actually go away

They hang there waiting for the right connection

Like the pop of static when two bits of cloth first touch

I try not to rush my Idle moments

Still I want to hear her voice

I cannot deny my smile

Is because of her

I am high school and giddy

Wanting to be her prince or knight

Hoping to sleigh her dragons

And possibly my own

We are each a bit damaged

I with my mistakes and stumbles

And her with some small chips and cracks

But here

In the beginning

The point where she giggles and I laugh

The point where I reveal and she accepts

The point where we both have hope

It makes me feel like it’s just slightly possible

That our splintered hearts and puzzle piece lives

Might come together to form a wonderfully painted canvass

That reveals an adventurous tomorrow within one another’s arms

The possibilities seem endless

And I for one

Cannot wait to see where we are headed

Robert Lloyd

Mermaid

"Mermaid"

She beckons with a smile so perfect

Teasing me through a dangerous path

And though I know better

I find myself wanting for her touch

Needing to taste her tongue

Giving into her taunt

Her eyes send my heart racing

Her laugh catches my breath

She is forbidden fruit

Yet we waltz

Slow and careful

On an invisible dance floor

She makes me notice sunflowers

They were once nothing more than weeds

She walks from my day time imaginings

Right through my night time dreams

She could be my undoing

But I don’t care

She is my mermaid

One that will poison me with the perfect kiss

Before dragging me over the edge and into the abyss

Ask me if I care afterwards

For now

I can’t get to her fast enough

Robert Lloyd

25 April 2016

Molt

“Molt “

The cocoon splits

And I push out into the new world

Fresh wings and a willing heart

I chase the sun

And all the new possibilities

The skin of my past falls to the floor once again

And I slither away into the grass

Seeking a new beginning

A new temptation

The shell cracks

As I beak little openings into the unknown

My fragile jail crumbles away

And I step innocent into the world

Wanting the touch of anything unfamiliar

Broken, battered and bruised

Time is healing my scars

And my change from one person to another comes cautiously

I dare to open doors that I should not

And I knock on others

All just searching for me

And world to call mine

One of these rabbit holes will be my victory

Or even another level of my undoing

But I am ok with that

I am ok with me

I am ready to change and experience all that comes with it

Robert Lloyd

20 May 2016

“Demons & Angels”

“Demons & Angels”

They are there

Waiting

Accidental moments of people and silence

As I push through the day to day

From one purposeful task to the next

I forget the demons

The shadows and ghosts that haunt me

Momentary amnesia has never been so enjoyed

I gratefully accomplish the things I hate

I hungrily seek out the next busy portion of time

Wanting it to carry me to some sort of peace and forgetfulness

But when the demons arise

I shudder and retreat into a world of loneliness

And just when I feel I can take no more

The angels take flight

Ready to save me from my own self torture

They come in small ways to rescue and soothe my wounds

A text

A message

A call

Even a small unexpected knock on my door

All of it

Is welcome relief

It is those very angels who give me the strength to push back

To push on

To put the demons beyond the reach of my wandering mind

Robert Lloyd

14 April 2016