Bronze belly burnt from sun kisses;
Yesterday afternoon when I dreamt
we were at the beach and
you were numb from being heated by the microscope light
and I was drowning in the pools of your eyes -
tsunami tides, killer wail -
No matter who comes to save me, I'll always wish it was you.
So I wait and let the cold sea salt gurgle in my lungs.
But you are still,
you are warm and bothered.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
I'm afraid of contradictions
more importantly the space
between them
Aching with this carnal
blessing of your voice in my ear
"She resonates" I say I scream "she Resonates" never even heard the words
before
I wanted to call your name -
the way it lives in my throat
clenching at the letters, I in the middle
with a delicate hum at the end
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
Greet the sun-kissed smile
and amicably recognize that her eyes change color
in the shadows of night and day.
Fool me once;
I know in days time
we will entwist as yearning cannot's always do.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
The saddest day of my life was the day you told me you weren't going anywhere.
I often live in those moments of smeared eyeliner and shaking hands
lost beyond all belief
and found in the crevices of your warming knuckles.
If you ever wonder why
I was crying so hard into your neck
think about the thoughts that tell stories
think about how I couldn't tell where your body ended and my began
think about this
unconditioning
that had to be known
that had to be hush.
All the times i told you "more" ran through my mind
as i was fixing the tufts in your hair.
You told me I was beautiful with mascara washing down my cheeks
bare with this envy
for the passenger seat in your sedan.
And as the words left your lips
my hand clasped mine
to prevent me from revealing
you're the definition.
The saddest day of my life was the day you told me you weren't going anywhere
because I always knew you would.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
An involved grace of thought
cannot blend the right thoughts
of kissbones at the right -
Time is so very crucial to
the womb of your basket.
And I keep telling you
"I'll bring you bread.
I'll bring you loaves and loaves."
And you smile in caught headlights.
But you forgot to rewind the VHS
You forgot to, and you returned the rental anyway.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
fear strikes the heavens sturdy gait at the first mention of silence.
we live in a town of crook-eyed opposites,
a crinkle-cut reminder of which song belongs to who.
in the winding trails of the moon i see the face of a woman
destined to be clear
of all fate had to offer.
but, i wish i knew none the less.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
my hips next to hers and we could have the Universe.
her rolling thumbs pressed against my blushed cheeks.
her fire light piercing through all of my -
i don't care
if the moon chokes me.
these throbbing increments of time
are wasting away like musk rose.
and the smell of her spirits are lingering.
her shoulders are galaxies
i'm tied to their crevices
i'm tied to the souls
of her shoes.
i want to know all your ghostly habits
do you cross
yourfingers
yourlegs
youreyes
my planets orb.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
I
I remember when I wore pigtails and strap on sneakers
because I didn't know how to tie a bow.
My grandmother knit me up in pastel sunshine
and nothing really seemed to bother me.
Time cracks like stale nail polish.
And I still can't seem to get it off-
I'm thinking about white
I'm thinking about
tying knots - tying ties - tying everything
together so it doesn't unravel
again like coffee drenched yarn.
And it occurs to me somedays,
That what I love, I really don't like at all.
And I keep chasing after a sweater that will never fit
me right in the arms
II
I used to be studious
I used to be hungry
I would pick at my fingers - pick at my split ends - and focus -
on the tasks at hand.
Now all I pick is you. And it
makes me green - and it makes me shiver
that I have Priorities -
and Grappling Dreams - and Melancholy Wishes that are...
a hopeless potential.
But. If.
Only I kept up with the drudgery
I wouldn't have gotten so fixed on the blue in your eyes.
III
The warmth in your coat, love, isn't something I'd like to steal.
But, if it's alright with you,
I would like to cram my hands in the pockets.
And I think -
If only -
I could feel the way your fingers feel
when they delicately tuck in the buttons
as if each were a newborn sun,
I would understand what it's like
to live with you
in these moments
that are barren with cause.
Your arms are too short to wrap around my circle
and I am too grey to feel light.
It's a hopeless cause
But -
I do know,
when your head is over my shoulder
and your hair breezes over my mouth
I feel again like you fit with me.
It's always,
red bows of heart -
tied in the middle -
but all in all -
completely undone.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
maybe one day
25 years from now
when my mind isn't so dull
and my trees aren't so bare
and my throat isn't so numb
I'll conjure up enough words
free from disfluency and stutter
that capture moments
like the ******* model 20.
Efflorescence or
Chatoyance or
Gossamer
will coin it all,
And I'll write them on parched paper
with solid gold ink and
seal it
so the words never escape me again.
But until then, let's just go with love.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC
Can you sing me to sleep again?
No dear my voice is hoarse.
I would massage it if I could.
I want to crawl deep inside your pocket
and live next to the quarters and
gum wrappers.
You will never feel empty again
Springtime is my favorite
because I can see that white
outline of yours
more clearly.
You are so fresh.
You are a berry.
Yes. That is what you are.
The finest of them all.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 9:45 AM UTC