Wednesday, May 4, 2016


There we go again
Heart ripped
Torn to shreds
Cords dangling
Tried CPR
Tried pumping

Tears flow
No ebb and flow
Another loss
Time lost
Wrists torn
Flesh worn.

Chapter closed
Door shut
Windows closed

Can you hear that?
Shhh listen carefully
Can you hear it?
That’s the beat of my heart fading.

© thelma migue, 2016

A cizoepoetry collection

Wednesday, April 20, 2016


I said no
Not maybe
Not tomorrow
Certainly not yes
It simply means no.

How many times do I have to say this?
It doesn’t matter if you buy flowers
It doesn’t matter if you use your sweetest voice
It doesn’t matter how charming you are
I still don’t feel you.

You say I will never know if I am missing out on a good thing
Well I know one thing
That good thing you talk about
It ain’t you
It doesn’t exist
Try that line on the girl I saw you trying to charm yesterday.

You talk about wedding bells
You talk about having kids
You talk about making a home
All I see is a dude trying to score
If you didn’t interest me yesterday
Then you certainly won’t today.

Your eyes tell a different story
I see the way you look at me
I see the way you lick your lips
I see the way you look at my curves
You have that same look just before the kill.

I know hunting is in your blood
You won’t stop until you get what you want
Even the lion knows when it’s been beat
Get gone and stay gone
I ain’t interested
My no definitely means no.

© thelma migue, 2016

A cizoepoetry collection.

Thursday, April 14, 2016


Does he take time, to shower or use a bucket filled with water and splashes it on himself?

Does he towel dry himself slowly or shake himself dry?

Does he apply lotion on himself or to him the water is more than enough to moisturize his skin?

Does he pick a fresh pair of boxers or does he recycle last weeks?

Does he count the strokes as he brushes his teeth or just splatter the toothpaste on the brush, stick it in his mouth and mechanically perform the act?

Does he choose the clothes he wears or does he pick the first thing he sees or the shirt he wore yesterday and smells the armpits?

Does he take his time and chose the jeans to wear or does he pick the roughest and most faded?

Does he pick the cleanest and whitest socks in his sock draw?

Does he have a sock draw or he tosses them around his room?

Is his room untidy with everything strewn everywhere or is it neat and ready for inspection?

Does he apply aftershave? If he does it must be odorless.

Does he brush his hair with careful strokes or put his hands through it?

Does he brush is shoes or blow the dust off, wear them and think they will get cleaner as he walks?

Is he one of those guys of those guys who takes his time or is he one who throws his clothes around while looking through the pile while frantically looking for something to wear?

I am curious how he does it, but men those puppy socks are so white.

© thelma migue, 2016

A cizoepoetry collection

Thursday, April 7, 2016


I can’t get enough of you
Your smell is arousing
Your touch sensual
I want to feel you every day
I want to touch you every time
I want you near me
I take you with me      
And keep you near me
You are closer than my heart.

You touch the deepest part of my soul
You bring out every crazy emotion
In short
You are that missing link

In a flash, there you go
Leaving me alone
Wanting more
Yearning for the next time I get to see you
And repeat the process again.

Can I touch you one last time?
Can I hold you one last time?
Well …

Reading my favorite book is always a pleasure.

What did you think I was talking about? 

Tihi!  J

© thelma migue,2016.

A cizoepoetry collection

Tuesday, March 22, 2016


Just like a kid
Savoring the candy
Taking my time to enjoy it
Taking my time to taste it
Savoring every time I suck it
Trying to figure out the different flavors
I don’t want to spoil it.

Like the yesterday, today and tomorrow
I pick the petals
Are you it?
Are you not?
Are you it?
Are you not?
I play the game.

Slowly I touch you
Carefully I read you
Not letting myself get ahead of things
Every phrase you utter
I have wanted it
Every question you ask
I have asked why I wasn’t asked
Every touch
I have craved for it
It’s like
It’s almost
Pain holds me
Desire wants out
The mind says hold on
The heart says let go
I have met many
Loved many
Are you the mirror?

© thelma migue, 2016.

A cizoepoetry collection.

Thursday, March 3, 2016


Darker than chocolate

Smoother than silk

Whiter than the sand on the beach

Your gaze is like the cobra

When I move

You move

You mimic me

Or is it I that mimics you?

Your voice deep and sensual

Your touch soft and gentle

Your lies subtle

You spin your web so well

I am awed by your presence.

©thelma migue, 2016

A cizoepoetry collection.


Sunday, December 6, 2015


Looking through the window,
You draw me in,
Resist I must,
Resist I can’t,
I want you,
Not for the moment,
Not for an hour, minute or a second,
I want you now.
I get a whiff of you,
My nostrils come alive,
My body gets goose bumps all over,
I smile secretly.

Steal just a little taste,
My lips brush you,
No time to loose,
Must I give up in,
Must I give up,
Can’t I have both?
Pretty please.

I get down on my knees,
Wish upon my lucky star,
Nothing’s easy,
Nothing’s perfect,
I want both,
Like a kid in the candy store,
I want all.
All shiny and rough.
Comfortable and gruff,
Soft and tough,

“Excuse miss? That will be a total 2000.” says the attendant
“Huh?” I reply
“Your total is 2000 for the two books.” Repeats the attendant
“Oh yeah! Sorry.” I say as I hand him the cash.
“Have a good day,” He says
“Yeah,” I mumble as I walk out and bump into ...

© thelma migue, 2015

A cizoepoetry collection.