Loving is not hard. It is as simple as breathing out and breathing in. What is difficult, truly sharp, is knowing how to make more love. It is all well and good for me to love you to cup your heart in my hands, and marvel at its beauty. Consider your wondrous texture and depth.Continue reading “Pebble love”
I am at one with my heartbeat. It directs my steps as I consider my needs instead of my wants. It takes a lot of concentration to learn the difference between them. I am at one with my body. It is not firm or ready. There is much work to be done, but, I amContinue reading “Meeting myself”
She had not considered the way her struggles nourished her, kneaded her stubbornness into fragrant bread for mana. There is wisdom in challenge. She had not realized the way her pains would assist her, pause her mouth and still her ego when friendship called for sensitivity. There is respect in pain. She had not imaginedContinue reading “Airborne Instruction”
Sometimes in the end, it’s all about the way you bend. The way you sway, the way you play. The way you end your every day. The truth that hurts, but is still spoken. The honesty through loss of token. These are traits that build a soul without the need to bribe, cajole. The foundationContinue reading “Personal Conviction”
Head back, thinking.My favorite pose.Thumbing my thoughts like a well-read bookwondering at the lackof missing pages.Shouldn’t I have more secretassignations?Or at the very least, more curious raids on the frigat 2 am? I flip back to the front coverand wonder at its plain brown cover.I have tried everything to change it.Colored it numerous times, even made itContinue reading “Thoughts of a nutso cutlet”
Have we become less then? Has time taken that moment from us, driven connections away and left me unaware of its passing me? It is like my mind knows, but my heart refuses. Dimly my head wants to hide, in covers rich with scented yesterdays, and not acknowledge the open cut that is my distanceContinue reading “Ending of a poem”
Where did your soul go so long ago? When did its knowing disappear? Why did that fragile shoulder give and let slip apart your dream? Where did your soul go? Now crimson like the blood that pours from the wounds that you inflict. Uncaring of your company. Watch out you do not sliver into someContinue reading “Poison tongue.”
Someone on the bus today shriveled up and blew away. No one saw them, no one knew, the loneliness that grew and grew. No one smiled to see them there Not a single glance, or compassionate stare, leveled at their desperate eye as they struggled not to cry.
I am shipwrecked by you. Tangled in your seaweed. Tossed by your waves. Never certain if it is undertow, or emotion, that grabs and pulls my ankle toward you. I cannot define this crash of mine. It is like unexpected water with sudden chance of fish. Changeable like the weather, but startlingly beautiful in placesContinue reading “Drowning upward”
Like a quiet breeze you sit next to me. Leg crossed elegantly over thigh made more elegant by the lack of your noticing. The way you love silence, amuses me. Transversing the well trod pathways of your mind and memory. Lingering on a phrase remembered for only an hour or twenty. My heart lingers onContinue reading “Comfortable silence”
There are parts of you that make me purr lift the hairs on my back and make my eyes close into a happy slant. There are parts of you that make me growl bring my hackles up and my ears down wanting to bite your ankle. You have opinions I share with precise lazer-like clarity.Continue reading “Learning curve”
I want to hole up inside the folds of one of your smiles. Peek out only sometimes to see the sun rise and sunset. I want to dwell in the curve of your cheek contented and calmed in the smooth joy that is a part of your very skin. I want to remember myself asContinue reading “Z”
Chilled like a glass my heart wanders into reflections of moist heat and shatters from too much, too soon. Ah! the splinters come to lead a path of red ribbon woe straight into my tired eyelids. Wrinkled copies of beloved words that have memorized themselves into the fabric of my skin, are making homes inContinue reading “The stark truth is a poem”
It feels finely pressed, this pale red smile like a flower petal faded, but still good yeah, still good. I have known so many frowns but not all of them were mine, or meant there were angry faces. My memories grow more loved each day that passes into age. 20 gone, now 30, now 40..Continue reading “Press here”
Part these lips. Show them what speaking in tongues is really all about. Deduct from my spine these endless streams of numbers crunching. Let loose the ribbons cut them into pieces of flesh sewn together by scraps of humanity. Drown my fears in cups of tea and sympathy. Show me the virtue in beginnings.
closed eyelid ready to roar listing sideways walk through a door and wonder as you wander just what just what just what is all this walking for? furrowed eyebrow curdled milk slippery slope like ancient silk as we tumble and bumble down down down another rabbits hole. Let us be thankful for little sips ofContinue reading “Pinched expression”
Let’s pause and see flowers the feel of them, their sharp hues their smooth glide under feet. Taste the nectar of their inner core and bee knowing the humming that comes from deep inside exhales out our skin into a tune of contentment. Let that joy overtake your countenance let a smile slip incautiously into place, despiteContinue reading “Happy Beeing me”
He always thought space would be cold but her fiery passion was like the sun able, with one touch, to singe his soul and sweep away the dark side of his moon. He was caught in her orbit effortlessly spinning. Hanging on the stars in her eyes and somehow, despite himself, he felt a humbleContinue reading “Stardust on his shoes”
My heart is trapped in his gaze. Timeless, I live here. What is tomorrow? What is today? I am only this moment. This one perfect note in a sea of sounds that resonates like a bell straight to my souls lost places.
She echoed in the dim light, her straight black hair leaving memories, as she walked with head tilted down contemplating smaller beings seldom noticed and appreciated. Her hands cause a sensation, wrapped as they are , around a basket filled to the brim with poppies and snakes. I think it is mostly the snakes. SheContinue reading “Poppy”