Laura Mercurio Ebohon

   For Laura ME

I went to the beach

to read your poetry

with my back to you
east facing west
to know more time
will come to us

I want to hold
my hand
so happy at the beach
beautiful strangers
children remind me
of childhood. mine
my days at the beach
The water smells sweet

I opened a beer
thought of Ruth Gordon
random conversations
overheard
a microscopic spider
fell or blew onto me
soon, gently obliterated
I didn't mean to

I held your book
I felt your pages
and your words
rose up to greet me
with heart-shaped sounds
and meaning



   *Please find Laura's stunning poetry here: http://iamlauramercurio.com

More Four Lines at a time

If I'm the path
and you're the bike
ride along
or take a hike

If I could gather
all my tweeps
in one room
would lock for keeps

A cute guy
smiled at me
with teeth and lips
so I would see

If you're the pore
and I'm the sweat
I will glisten
you'll look wet

Let me say
that you are grand
so unique
and in demand

A cute girl
smiled my way
with winks and nods
I'll call her Gaye

I saw a bee
rub all about
then take flight
spreads pollen out

If you're the promise
and I'm the deed
say your peace
for me to heed

Oh sweet lover
you're in bed
I'll tuck you in
and give you head

Four Lines at a time

If I'm the deck
and you're the chair
sit upon me
I won't care

She is cute
she likes country
that's okay
she is cute

All the oil
oozing from the Earth
A nasty hole
with mighty girth

I like Stella
it's a beer
cool and crisp
bring it here

The beer is cold
the beer is good
the beer is ready
and drink I should

She wore boots
instead of flats
kicky and sexy
where it's at

If I'm the sky
and you're the clouds
roll on in
make me proud

Did you read it?
I need to know
Did you get it?
Did you grow?

If apes and man
are not related
that's good news
would you like a banana?

here's what I want
please come near
truth is painful
so is fear

She'd rather text
with him in sight
then talk about it
during his fright

He is cute
and so is she
Her pink hair
doesn't matter

Oh the locals
were acting silly
I joined in
I'm not chilly

They don't get a table
until I go
I will leave
I'm no asshole

Four Line - Jenny lines

Delicious dishes
making wishes
for lots and lots
of gushy kisses

If you're the soap
and I'm the dirt
rub around me
we will flirt

Four Line - Jenny Poems 12

Windy times
blow about
the hats and hair
of those in doubt

Mired deep
in drudgery sleep
through REM to reap
the mind to keep

You're the patron
I'm the stool
sit upon me
so I may fool

And oh with that
I won't compete
I won't digress
I won't repeat

I'm too much
I must admit
I carried on
I threw a fit

You're the speed bump
I'm the issue
ride over slowly
bring a tissue

On the path
I saw a turtle
before I left
I named her Myrtle

I like the grass
up to my ass
no I don't
that would tickle

War is bad
while sex is good
guns are blazing
you give wood
 
If in the end
you still don't know
it's too late
you have to go

Four Line - Jenny Poems 11

I know a way
to find the treasure
look around
and notice pleasure

If you're the drum
and I'm the skin
pull me tight
and we'll begin

At the end
of this week
I'll see my friend
I may freak

I dislike
the day to come
no time to play
no time for rum

I like your boots
and your pussy
what's the problem
you showed them to me

I want to know
about the best
how we contrive
how we contest

I like the fact
that I am known
as one who loves
as one who's prone

Ugh and wat
and huh and wuts
If you speak
they'll think you're nuts