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  • Poem: Nap Time – 10/01/20

    Poem: Nap Time – 10/01/20

     Thank you to someone special who permitted his
     fictionalising and through heavy edits, turned out 
     to be a different character entirely.
     ~ ~ ~
     I dance and prance before you, 
     playful hands edging your way, 
     eclectically jabbing to ruffle you, closer and closer,   
     my painted smile beams as hips swivel and sway.
     
     You present a stern scowl, 
     you have to nudge me aside, 
     you encourage my return to my original tasks,
     you’ve important things to do and write.
     
     But, I see the light in your eyes shine,
     your body moving to a rhythm as I continue this 
     interrupting frolic of mine,
     your computer screen's terminal is Darth Vadar black,
     flickering with a white-hat coder's dream.
     
     Riled though you appeared,
     I am highly amused, 
     so greatly so 
     I could mischievously perform all day.
    
     The tickle that grows in my throat from suspecting
     you are at the very least mildly moved makes me want to 
     squeal and giggle,
     I suppress them though, 
     I don't want to cause any unwanted upheaval.
      
     I know I’m likely interrupting something significant 
     but at this moment, it is time for you and I,
     together we can cherish my merriment and enjoyment,
     and perhaps even some special moments.
      
     But, you need to study, or at least want to concentrate 
     on something else entirely,
     you have certain things to attend to,
     well, darling, so do I, I’m taking a break
     isn’t it time you took one with me, too?
      
     All I want is to lie down, 
     to stretch this aching body of mine,
     using my mind for hours on end causes me 
     tightened muscles and lethargy,
     I just need to rest my eyes. 
      
     I wish for your companionship,
     we don’t have much personal time together,
     while I don’t wish for anything serious,
     I would love to have your comfort. 
    
     Where even the friction of your body lying next to mine 
     makes me feel contented and whole and 
     less alone, 
     the firmness of your form casts aside the 
     feeling of solitude begot from 
     working in your second study, 
     my temporary isolated room.
      
     Because I have purposefully excised myself from 
     the previous co-working area, 
     in this new study is where I find my privacy, 
     but after a few hours and a spell, 
     I’d like to have you next to me, sweet and loving,
     to let me feel your heart which, for me, beats so well.
      
     You finally acquiesce, I lie across your bed,
     obnoxiously taking up both places,
     with a smile, you roll me to one side,
     I lie down, curl into a ball 
     and with a giggle, proceed to snore. 
      
     You wrap your arms around me, 
     with a warmth I wish I had always known, 
     forms melding together, as though our curves were made 
     to fit the other's. 
    
     Your hands begin to explore but I push them away,
     push, push, push as you might have desired to do 
     during my amusing dance,
     It is time for sleep, I explain,
     this is the pressing matter of the hour,
     I feel your mood drop,
     your body disappointedly relax, 
     but soon we are asleep, 
     how I love our nap time.   
     
     © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
     All images signed “LMH” 
     are copyrighted 2019-2020 by Lauren M. Hancock 
     and all rights reserved.
     
    Photo by Gian Cescon on Unsplash 

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  • Poem: Bumbling Bumblebee – 31/12/19

    Poem: Bumbling Bumblebee – 31/12/19

     
     I am a bumbling bumblebee,
     I flit from flower to flower, 
     bough to bough,
     tree to tree. 
      
     I am in awe of what 
     Nature has to deliver,
     I sip, 
     I suckle,
     I collect: – 
     I leave.
      
     Bumbling from each flower to the next,
     I make my way around as though 
     I’m in my own duplex,
     where in the darkness of night, 
     I will not stumble,
     I know all the corners and turns, 
     the pieces of the puzzle.
      
     But then I reach a foreign plant,
     one which I have no awareness of,
     confusedly I ram into the branches,
     buzz, buzz, buzz, 
     grr, grr, buzz!
      
     The pollen on my back legs
     starts to disengage from my twig-like limbs,
     and there is nothing I can do because
     I must be under attack: 
     will my worker bees help me please?
      
     Falling, falling, 
     I am so bumbling,
     silly little buzzing me, 
     I should have investigated the scene before stalling.
      
     At the appearance of a swarm of wasps,
     I am required to quickly leave.
     
     © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
    
     All images signed “LMH” 
     are copyrighted 2019 by Lauren M. Hancock 
     and all rights reserved.     

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