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ct lokey Apr 2017
Your love moves me
like a slave with
purpose.
Every kiss, every hug,
every touch, every word,
I fall from freedom
into the mercy of your
waiting hands,
but I adore this
sweet asylum,
I am bound to your
eloquent chains of
lavish cupidity and
webs of entangling elation.
Dip me deep into
your river, and
never let me up for air.
It's never too late
for roses.
ct lokey Apr 2017
I will sit
on your doorstep
howling for you,
howling till you
come out from behind your eclipsing mask
like the naked Moon uncovers herself
from her nocturnal dress.

There's a visceral rawness residing
deep in you,
A ravenous delicacy that has held
in its own howl for too long;

We are the wild reclaimed.
ct lokey Mar 2017
YOU'RE THE ONE,
MY MIDNIGHT
DAYDREAM,
SO FOOLISH OF ME
TO THINK I'D NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN.

I'VE STAYED UP
THROUGH SCREAMING MINUTES
AND DISPLEASED HOURS
HOPING YOU'D APPEAR.

AND HERE YOU ARE,
THIS THOUGHT
OF YOU,
TAKING ME
THROUGH A HEAVEN
ON EARTH.
-CT LOKEY
3/22/2017
ct lokey May 2017
Sips of you linger
on the brim of my skyline,
a tasteful frontier,
I give my open palms
for just one more of your drops.

My gracious jewel up
high,
I know your love won't wait long,
so I'll find my way back to
you once more,
on the exhale of a perfectly ascending
horizon.

-ct lokey
ct lokey Jun 2017
Aligning hearts on the
tilted ephemeral axis watch
the world spin by.

Some not ever meeting true love,
others fondled deeply by its
swallowing grasp.

Searching and seeking out
love never yields the
right diamond.

Be still and love will
find me right.

Forgo chases and pursuits,
resigned to a peaceful treaty
of patience,

for the right diamond will
reveal itself once distressed
eyes finally
rest.
ct lokey Mar 2017
Singing won't end because
it's over,

you're a permanent verse in
my heart's song,

but unlike when you
were once my
chorus,

never again will you
be repeated.
ct lokey Apr 2017
The ground I
walked upon
accepted me without
complaint,
supported my every
hobbled step,
granted me courteous
passage,
and I carry with
me in these weathered hands,
sands of trails I've
crossed,
in honor
of all these beaten paths,
that have lead
me
to
you.
-ct lokey
ct lokey Jun 2017
Follow your internal song
to a place where
string and brass
lie waiting to be woken alive
with your fresh breath;
The world is all music for
curious hands and
ears ready to
listen and
play its
tune.
ct lokey May 2017
There are layers existing deep
in you,
parts long forgotten,
parts yet to be found,
they call, but you have never known
how to listen.

They can no longer wait.
The Gods make sure of this.

Someone or something will come
and burn you down to nothing.
Burn down your faulty armor.

It will hurt. And it should.

On the other side of this hurt,
who will be there, but the charred seeds
of your soul.

Find them. Only you can replant them.

Only when you have stopped looking for yourself
in the hands and at the feet of shallow statues,
look down to the soil at your own feet, that ground
you walk upon, there,
plant those seeds, and begin again.
Grow stronger.
Grow wiser.
Reborn.
ct lokey May 2017
If you should lose
sight of me,
know the rope
you used to
save me,
I cut free.

I head with the current's
generosity now,
towards a dreamer's
shoreline,
and like a rogue wave
defecting from the ripple,
I will surge
and
race to discover my
own strength before
I am found
lost amongst
the water.
ct lokey May 2017
Sun-burnt arms hanging carelessly again
out the car window,
fingers tapping to the music of bending trees,
the smell of freshly laid tire tracks indicate
the rush hour race is on.

My eyes speeding through the scenery around
me,
I am a poor audience.

Lively grass and vibrant flowers shout out
with a fresh burst of new colors, pleading to
grab my attention.
But the only color I see is 'GO'----
The time will come to finally stop,
not for the sake of traffic, but for a last chance
to open my eyes to this generous gift;
hopefully before I reach the end of
my
narrow road.
ct lokey May 2017
In the still of your
voice,
under each roll of your
tongue,

in between breathes,
after every gasp.

I find myself drifting off
from dark corners
into the brightest gathering
of your mind,

speak to me slowly,

so I can watch your lips compose
an angelic symphony
I am helpless
to
resist.
ct lokey Jun 2017
Find me after
the sky crashes
and
the lights go out,
in that dark field
I'll wait for
you,
there we will find
each other in the silence
of a beautiful nothingness
and hold onto
everything
real that remains---
us.

— The End —