Pregnancy

Thick, round, ready
Hips, thighs, ankles
And a perfectly centred oval
Propped in the middle of perfection
My wife.

The cushioning of her already cushioned ass
 The widening of her amazingly wide hips
The extra heaviness to her firm breasts
Speak of
My child

The intensified intensity of her orgasms
The heightening of her pleasant yet unearthly desires
The increased sensitivity to touch, taste, and smell
Teases, taunts
Me

Pregnancy
Has wrought such blessing
How can I despair?

Emotionally unable
Physically incapable
Of stabalizing herself
As mood swings and morning sickness rule
With iron fists of miscommunication

Yearnings for gut-churning food combinations
Hankerings for her constant supply
Bouts of noisome stench release
Invade our home, our lives
Testing my resolve

Loving little
Sleeping less
When will I get my blessed rest
When will this torture end
When will beauty descend

Pregnancy
Has wrought such blessing...
How can I...despair

My wife
My child
Me
How can I despair?
With iron fists of miscommunication
Testing my resolve
When will beauty descend?
How can I...despair

(c) Shaziane

Love Me Well

Love me like you mean it
Love me like I'm worth it
Love me like everything on earth depends on you and me being happily together
Love me like the world would stop if you don't
Love me like the earth spins with your touch
Love me well enough to break the chains of hurt

Love me more than the world believes is possible

Love me well

Love me good and do it like you know you should
Love me clearly in the dark
Love me dearly at the break of light
Love me one more time for one day under eternity

Love me well

(c) Shaziane

Alzheimer's (The Thief)

I pray that everyday you wake
You remember the night before
That every morning is beautiful to you
Though different
I pray for utter happiness for you
My love, I pray this thief
Loses his all, I pray that every family finds
Peace, in his loss
I pray that every soul thrown to the wind returns in memory
I pray that tomorrow you'll wake
And, calling my name know who I am.
I pray to lose this forgetful child
And to gain the arrogant (bastard) I married
I'll stay, but know
This is not the life I signed for
This isn't the torment I intended to live
Or the pain I intended to sustain
This is not the angry bruise of forgetfullness I intended to gain
This is not my wintery torment of a memory
So I pray dearly for summer's return
With it's frozen nights

(c) Shaziane

I Probably Shouldn't...But (Edited Version)

I probably shouldn't be dancing to the ringing of the phone
but I think I'll let it go:
I think I'll keep on moving,
grooving,
shaking these hips,
making that clap clap clapiddy clap clap sound.
I think I'll move my waist like I got no place to be,
rotate my shoulders,
loosen my hands,
wave 'em in the air
twirling with the wind and swing my head back and forth,
slowly skip across the floor with all these movements and answer as you ring me the second...third time

slowly skip across the floor, skin glisten with all these movements;
I shimmer and shimmie and answer as you ring me

(c) Shaziane

Every Time

Every time I see him, I want to sing
But,
I squeeze it in
Hold my breath,
Close my eyes
Press my face,
Nose and mouth in my hand
Stifling the only sounds
That my mind can form
Sit
Hold a chair
Turn from side to side
Refuse to stand
Refuse to walk
Clench my fist
Grab my skirt
Grab the chair
Walk about
Sit again
Breath
Breath
Breath
Breath ease
I try
And as I’m doing these things
I trying not to think
And at last the thoughts come
And tears flow
And I feel
I feel
Feel
I can’t say
“Like”
Because nothing compares
I feel
Eyes burning
Tears flowing
Skin tingling
Heart pounding
Veins
Doing this weird thing
The one they do only when he touches me
But,
He didn’t

(c) Shaziane

Shake

I want to shake all the pain
Beneath this ground
I want to remove all my doubts
Break out all my fears
Take all this misunderstanding
Give it a good whip-lashing

And put it all back

Pain as love conditional
Doubts as beliefs in the impossible
Fears as strength in the hardest times
Then beneath my feet will be solid rock
And there will never be defeat

(c) Shaziane

A Prayer For Summer

I pray that you return
With eyes of pleasure
Smiles of contentment
And words filled
With everything
I have [ever] dreamed

I pray for your return
As I plead for summer
For summer rain
For summer days
Summer friendships
And happiness
Built on rocks at the seaside

I pray for love
Like the sun
Treading the possibility of hell
Living in the truth of joy
I pray for summer
And I pray for you
That our anticipation may be in the likeness
That our meeting may be
That of a cold night greeting the blessing of the first rays


(c) Shaziane