Her
Kinetic hazel eyes capture me with a stare
Reeling me
In and
Stealing my breath
Tantalizing my every thought
Even when I look away
Nothing erases her beauty from my mind
Maybe she knows her power
Inviting and intoxicating
Can she be real? or
Have I just stumbled upon Delilah
Everything a man
Longs for
Exists as a possibility now, because of her
Robert Lloyd
27 September 2017
My eyes burn
From the hours we wasted together
My body aches
From your constant touch and press
My mind wonders
Because you make me lose focus on everything
My breath catches
Because I keep seeing you when I close my eyes
You are the sweet torture they write fairy tales about
The book I cannot put down
I hungrily reach for the next page
Dog earing the last one to visit later
Robert Lloyd
14 September 2017
She left me breathless
Having ignited my skin
With her soft touch
It wasn’t intentional
But want like that
Never is
For a moment I was drowning
In her words
In her smile
In her eyes
I can see the addiction
And I have only had a small taste
I can see her power
And me eventually begging for more
I should turn and run now
I thought to myself
Before this beautiful creature
Ensnares my will
And then
Her hand was on my arm
once again
Electricity spun through my body
Like a sparkler at the toll of new years
And I was forever lost
Robert Lloyd
12 September 2017
The remaining topaz day
Was chased off by the coming night
Sheets of grey blue were pulling at the dark corners of the sky
As we walked along the waters edge
Hand in hand
Swallowing the salty air
Enjoying the tug of wet sand against our bare toes
It was as if we were the only two people left in this world
We had escaped our troubled lives
Through the watercolor painted sunset before us
At least For a short while
We wanted for the sky to stop right where it was
As if we were Thomas Moran painting
But someone had other plans
And so
Before we parted ways
Returning to our obligated paths
We held on to one another and kissed once more
As stars began appearing
And blinking their applause
Robert Lloyd
9 September 2017
She is like clockwork everyday
With those perfect baby blue elevator eyes
I guess that means
So am I
Her pencil skirts
Soft flowered perfume
And hello smiles
Are the only reason I even enjoy work
She exits on the sixth
Always staring back at me
I swear there is hunger behind that look
Then when the 7th dings me back to reality
I take the stairs back to where I belong
Four flights is not that bad of a downward climb
It’s good for my heart
And she is worth it
I don’t mind my guilty secret one bit
Until today
When I passed her in the stairwell
As she was walking up
Robert Lloyd
4 September 2017
The world has gone quiet
And somehow
I can still hear the footfall of her heels
As she walked away
Leaving me hungry
I can taste her on my lips
Five minutes after she has said goodbye
With a light kiss
And taunting smile
She made sure to wear my favorite minted shade
Hours have bled into one another
And I still see her in that dress
Thin and blue
Clinging to her curves in just the right way
She is my day dream and reality
Tickling the back of mind
When she is not there
Stealing my breath away
When she is right in front of me
She is my sophisticated weakness
And I think she knows it
A throwback silver screen vixen
With the perfect come take me smile
They say blue is sad color
But whoever they are
They have never seen her
In that dress
Robert Lloyd
21 August 2017
My foggy eyes adjust
As the yellow of a new day
Shatters the blue sky
And the first thought
That crosses my mind
Is her
I am in a refuse to get up moment
Surrounded by cotton white
And quicksand blankets
Wishing her warmth
Were here
Pressed against me
I crave that sapphire stare
Piercing me
At the start of my Sunday
Rather than the click of toe nails
From the animals
Who seek my attention
Wanting to drag me from my
Bundled cloth haven
I feel silly
But not guilty
For the quick addiction
She has given me
Not too many breaths
Pass my lips before my mind
Turns to her
Wondering
If she feels the same
If she opens her eyes
As the yellow of the new day
Shatters the blue sky
And the first thought
That crosses her mind
Is me
Robert Lloyd
August 13, 2017
