It's called taking
and you excel at it
steal whatever you are given
a smile, an embrace,
a dropped penny, button
or smooth-edged stone
pluck it up.
Then slip back
into the shadows
borrow darkness
and wrap it around your shoulders
like a cloak
you'll never return.
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 7:09 AM UTC
yes, it's monotony
there is no thrill
of the chase, no
late night call
that makes you feel
wanted (then used).
Oh, husband,
wherefore art thou?
In the next room
perhaps cooking
my fvaourite meal.
My husband
treats me so good
I take it for granted.
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 7:07 AM UTC
I call him babylove
because
his skin is so soft
it reminds me of weeping
at your tiny feet
I call him babylove
because
he wakes me in the night
and interrupts my dreaming
I call him babylove
because he keeps growing and changing
right before my eyes
I call you babylove
because
you take and take
and still I give you more.
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 3:07 PM UTC
Look me in the eye
Tell me that somewhere beneath the bone
Your heart beats only for me.
Tell me you love me
and let me love you for it.
Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 3:41 PM UTC
the alarm tugged me from my dreams
and i wept
for what could have been.
Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 3:40 PM UTC
I woke up from a nightmare
I could not stand to keep
to myself
you were stretched across the couch
coffee going cold on the table
a half finished cigarette
still burning
you wrapped me up
in kind words that
I could not bare
to hear
whispered into my ear
"one day we will go wandering
and this tiny house will overspill
with dreams'
you are not your memories, darling
you are not the bad things
that have been done to you
you are a fierce flame
that warms my heart
forget them, my love
they are nothing
and you, and you
are everything
Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 4:34 PM UTC
I am scared of time passing,
of becoming my future self.
Not being able to distinguish her from my present self.
Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 4:31 PM UTC
take me to the desert
no one will find me there
sandstorms will obscure our footsteps
the sun will sweat out all our sins
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 12:53 PM UTC
I told you to remember your phone charger
and
also
to remember
that I love you.
More than anything
in the world
more than autumnal trees through frosty windows, freshly cut grass, poetry, the smell of books, old and new, potato waffles, scrambled eggs and hot rain.
Because you are sunlight
after an arctic winter
you are the warmth under my skin
you, my love
are more than
anything.
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 12:52 PM UTC
There's some pain in this. There's some growing up and moving on.
There's letting life go. There's endless cyclical comparison, I want to be like you, I don't want to be like you.
Here at the edge of the future there's fear so thick you can touch it.
There's a life borrowed. A bed borrowed. Friends. A bathroom, a towel, toothpaste.
There's a river and a racecourse and rowers and jealousy biting at the bone. Luck in sprinkles and saturation.
There's meeting the boyfriend, the housemates, the puzzle pieces of the past and the potential.
Somewhere there's regret. Of not being good enough, smart enough, rich enough, pretty enough, skinny enough.
There's some missing home and some glad to get away.
A deep breath and a scuba dive into a life that was only an expanse of water in the distance.
There's some letting me in, some sharing of stories, some secrets kept.
There's recollection, backward pedaling, basking in past experience in the invisible, unbearable weight of the years that brought us here.
Names remembered. Nights we'd rather forget. There's a newness brewing, promises of something else beyond this, just around the weeks that hold us back.
This year, plus this year plus these hours equals a key, opening doors, company cars and apartments.
There's a sinking. Right back to sixteen, to sleepovers and sleeplessness.
Look at us. We've wound our way here. There's pride. We made it from there to here, from somewhere to somewhere else.
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 12:48 PM UTC