Leria Hawkins Poems

Play It Again, Sam
Date: September 25,2013

I think of him, rewinding. Heart hammering a worn-out song. It’s a score that’s always in his favor. Distant drums drive a sick avidity into my brain. I listen without pause (and certainly, most certainly…without cause) . Behind blurred lines of well-versed servility, I hear the all too familiar sound. Rusting blades scrapping, scrapping bare the walls of my conviction. I know and well-remember the woodsy smell of his hair…and no doubt, the bawdy nature of his pretense. Yet without fail, I find myself searching for a slow sip of his disgrace. Like moth to flame, hell-bent on a suicide flight straight into fire. I know damn well the burn, the stinging pain, the insanity, plain and simple. Yet, like a slow sweet song set to rewind, I circle back, eager to please. Eager to replay, relive, and re-die in the torture of this obsession. I am weak to his persuasion. Willing to risk it one last time (and time…and time, time, time again) . Weak indeed (although not entirely without sensibilities) . I am prepared, I know the score, I’ve danced the dance (many, many times) . I stand at ready for the breathless, wingless, free-fall into gut wrenching sorrow. And there’s one thing for sure…he never disappoints. It’s a hot-cold spiral, a perpetual pot that simmers but never quite boils. He stirs, I sputter…hot, hot, hot then cold…ice cold. Madness I know….yet I’m always ready to cook the grits…just…one…more…time.
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You’re the custodian of my sleep
The keeper of my dreams
You’re the master of my musings
The director of its themes
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I Have No Art
Date: January 9,2013

I have no art to give you, love
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Bonjour, Mon Ami
Date: July 23,2013

It was there…
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Like Diamonds
Date: May 14,2013

Holding your hand feels wrong
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Love…such a fickle, fickle flame
…a fine line...between here and never again

I love you for many, many reasons
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Games People Play
Date: August 27,2014

Oh fickle flame, is this a game
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Sighs give way in winter’s waste
I’ve turned to stone and hide in haste
Brushing away the biting chill
A vessel longing to be filled
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Who Knew…
Date: June 8,2014

I didn't know a tree would grow
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Beast
Date: February 26,2013

He comes to life with raging breath
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