I take my shoes off at your door.
It is Christmas eve.
The walls are paper thin, and the lantern
Burns in the corner.
Silently.
The tea is bright and woody.
Cloves and cinnamon.
It seems you are a woman,
although so wan and thin
You have been so tired this year
The wind is coming in.
Regretfully.
I put my shoes back on,
and close you back with kin.
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 6:48 PM UTC
Ozone hangs from the trees;
The ground is full of moisture.
Mist gathers in your hair; You
are beautiful in this weather. Your
Violet eyes, break like hearts, reflecting
the pale Cream sun; Vanishing completely-
abruptly, with cloud cover.
I forgive you for all that is done,
Making this morning, like
something I've won.
Your palms are sweaty
Pink returns to your cheeks
Someone's been talking about the
rain we've seen.
Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 2:01 PM UTC
Your hands, Incisors
Your lips, like Pliers
Penetrate, Golden
Guiltless
You left me on fire
PUSH-admire
I will get over it.
Turn over...tired.
Faulty wire.
Look at you...just look at you.
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 10:50 AM UTC
The sun on my face
You say it's like the beach
The water hits our back.
You cover me
with a paint covered sweatshirt,
and you care that I'm cold.
I nap in your arms.
I told you that you were my little boy
And I would take care of you,
Maybe for the last time.
But that was the plan,
We shook on it; the bed.
Unusual, that light from your window
Offered more cloak than the night.
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 10:36 AM UTC
This pen feels like a cut
a sore, a bleeding pendant
On my finger
Scraping, pulling
Threads of cells
microscopic
bubbling in small drops
surface-tension
holds it close
Gauze and mesh
it becomes a unified burn
A new home,
a new ****
Your an absence is unmissed
by the healing wound.
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC
Bottles
tiny glass enemies
filled with bitter fear
Trinkets and Bottles
capped and swollen to
never remove me
Vials of lovers
Locked in bitter
Madness.
Black in clear cages,
Stand my armies of poison
Their sapphire skins shine
Their blue bullets of pain
Bottles,
Shelved liquid contempt,
reflecting back shards
Pierces-with such
captured Hell.
Deceiving smiles.
With frost-bite breathe
hold for me, tiny
vials full, the Enemy.
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
Your paleness is Pitch
against Winter's bite
it's all over your Skin
and burns with Light
This shallow Grave
will hold you tight
but cheer up my Love,
it's just for the Night.
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC
I see your walk, through
my kohl eyes.
Your mirrored approach uninvited.
Sauntering slow.
Stop.
I restrain myself from running.
Stay cool.
It's just a beautiful girl.
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 1:06 PM UTC
Tranquilize my heart with
Soft Shocking
I'm the best you'll ever have.
Resuscitate, push.
Don't miss me. I've had enough.
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 11:28 AM UTC
The little girl came to me, with
fever in her eyes. She laid her
sweaty palm on my breast.
"Let me drink from you", she whispered.
Her hollow eyes hurting.
Sick, but effervescent, she
cupped her parched lips, and from me
took a drink.
For hours, she laid herself out in my
lap. "Can I call you mother?", she asked.
I looked at her and smiled. I said nothing.
I think she knew me. I think she understood.
I sat with my arms wrapped around her innocence.
Her fever subsided and she stained my dress
with her sweat, leaving me
marked and tattooed, in a mystery of motherhood
And then, she packed up her bags and left.
Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 9:34 PM UTC