A Poem for My Favorite Person

Exactly 6 months ago, an extremely wonderful man asked me to marry him by hiding a ring in the second Harry Potter book on the night of the midnight premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1. I opened it the book and as a beautiful diamond ring fell out onto my lap, I immediately yelled, "YES!", before he could even ask me the question that I had been waiting 3 and a half years to hear. I have lived/survived through many very difficult events throughout my life and long ago I came to the naive conclusion that I was doomed to be the unluckiest woman for the rest of my pitiful, depressing life. But when I met Jay Brandon Budzon, my life changed drastically, and I finally started feeling as though I actually had a purpose and that I might be blessed with happiness and endless love.

I am most definitely blessed.

Brandon is the greatest, most amazing and wonderful thing to happen to me. I am so happy that I get to spend my life with the kindest, smartest, goofiest, most handsome 'geek' who still makes me blush when I see him in his Geek Squad uniform. Not only is he a passionate lover but he's also my very best friend.

I have written a poem fully dedicated to my future husband who treats me like a queen. I love him more than anything and can't wait to grow old in his arms.

I love you, Brandon!!

Benevolent Brandon

Singing softly

of your tender heart

entices envy

in the sweetest of birds.

They look to me

with eyes of jealousy

for your endless love

breathes furiously

through every delicate note

as I praise you

and all that becomes you.

You carry kindness

with full, gentle hands,

each finger grasping my soul

and enveloping it with safety.

Passionate eyes

adorning your porcelain face

swim through mine

and penetrate my secrets,

freeing me from guilt,

from pitiful pain,

from the echoed voices

of past deceptions

and vicious criminals

who raped me of my innocence

and the ability to trust.

Your plump, merciful lips

feed me all the nourishment necessary

to believe in effortless generosity.

They give me reassurance

and confidence in the magic

that radiates between us.

I am forever bound

to you and the affection

that continues to grow

and build us together

as two lives entwine

into one sacred voyage

that fuels our passion

and makes eternity seem

far too short.

May 18, 2011

Lucky Lady in My Bed

Hold me

like I held her,

that lucky lady in my bed.

With the bellies of the sheets

exposed

and littered with sex

and dirt and dead skin,

she crawls to me

like a hungry fire ant

with speed and determination;

a thieving leprechaun

anticipating a plump bounty.

I could want you

just this way,

if I had the need

to be a focused red ant.

Order me

to be your queen

and I will surrender

unto you

such secret hiding places

that you will become the green pirate

to plunder what is hidden

and protect

what remains too revealing

and misunderstood

by parasites reading the bible

to their children

and by disappointing men

pulling wives with leashes

glued to ivory necks

and young girls with reins,

whipping fragile souls

with unnecessary discipline.

Don't be afraid

to be the Other.

In a world shaped daily

by copied perfection,

it's nice to be aroused

by erotic flaws

and the orgasmic release of difference.

March 22, 2011