Sometimes I feel as if I've missed the train,
even though my ticket says otherwise.
Its angular writing ought to puncture the dream,
yet I find myself staring the other way down the tracks.
So I walk down the platform until it comes to an end,
wondering what destination might have been.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
Do you exist inside me or outside?
This is a question I cannot answer.
My eyes are closed
and I know you approach.
You make no sound
but my arms open and they begin to tremble
with a love of caressing you.
There is a stream of loving thoughts that I swim inside
and I fall out of my sleep straight back into its current.
Sometimes my words flow fast and urgent and sometimes slower.
Only your kiss makes me silent.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
I am as disconnected as the stars.
Expanding out of my body.
I cannot squeeze into this
Earth.
Or am I shrinking?
Folding
into that old suitcase of a
Purse, tucked away in some secret pouch.
I'm here. I'm here. I'm here.
A beautiful constellation
No one has named.
Neither arrow nor bow.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
I feel like a toddler
Teetering and tottering as I take my first brave steps
Into the unknown.
We often fear what we do not understand,
But I think that instead we should try
And color our skin with hues that cannot be seen
In the standard visible spectrum.
We're making a rainbow connection,
You and I.
Can't you see the bright bridge we've built across the sky?
My shining *** of gold at the other end
Is filled to the brim with your laughter,
And I cannot wait until I can dive inside
And swim.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
You ask me to prove the love I feel.
I cannot prove to you the love I feel
If you do not feel it on your own.
I can show you lust through kisses and soft touch,
As I can show attention through remembering little things.
I can show care through holding your hand as you heal and
Support as I wipe your slippery tears from your marble cheeks.
I can show many things that are mistaken as love
But that does not guarantee the everlasting sentiment,
The one that is given in its true definition, at least in my opinion.
Especially since it is my love you ask for,
I simply cannot prove to you the love I feel
For if there was real connection, the message would get through
Since the network of my love is connected like our souls,
Through invisible heart strings from the heart of our love
That relays the affection, an impact that cannot be missed.
If it was there, you couldn’t miss it.
So now I ask, is my love coming through?
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC