Pretentious
you stumble, heeding
terra cotta voices and
the sigh of broken chimes.
Disbelieving
you fall,
a sybil breathing rime-
for visions have a price
and you too must taste the salt.
Flounder
my pretty,
for time has bought your emnity
The blossom of your beauty
a weathervane of trust.
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 1:47 AM UTC
Panic
my chest beats
staccato on a snare drum
Fingers twitch
pen skitters
letters, syllables, lost
Run!
run far away and
leave this place-
there’s nothing left
of your humanity.
The gods embrace my tremors
and their love
enflames destruction.
Inferno consecrating,
consume the ash
a phoenix
(my soul sings)
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 1:46 AM UTC
I wonder what it would be like
to be folded in your arms
for there’s a spot, inside your chest
where my fevered brain can picture
the way
your lips caress
a solemn kiss upon my brow.
and then, every line of you…
(perfect)
Your back -no longer a mystery
but a river
and I, a leaf.
Melding to your symmetry,
just like I’m supposed to -
I envision
the sacred seal
of your heart, meeting mine.
(I could show you your creation, what it feels like to be loved.)
I could make you feel – oh!
To make you feel!
I would surrender my captivity
Just - to make you feel.
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 1:44 AM UTC
The air itself expands
in baited breath of anticipation-
I can feel the thunder
humming promises in my bones.
Tremble now, my darling,
baptism comes before the sanctity.
Bogged down, the oppression
of your humidity
crushes the hope of moonrise.
One night, and I
seize, constrain, reject
my heavenly flight.
fold my body
a temple making
channel for the storm
It is much easier to fall, you say.
Would I, that I could pretend
you might catch me at the bottom.
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 1:43 AM UTC
Cigarette hits the water,
and the fire is quenched.
I exhale quickly, to
banish the remaining tendrils
that curl inside my lungs.
But I’ve missed one
and it slithers, sneaks,
attaches to my pulse.
A shadow, it whispers
promises of oxygen
to my gasping blood.
I drip dry, and stare at my nakedness.
This shell, this cavern
knows not what she does.
If there were a solution-
she would live it by now.
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 1:40 AM UTC
Our love was another lifetime.
I do not know how to describe it,
except to say
that it wasn’t so much the sky glowed bluer
or the earth grew greener
or that I’d found God
or music.
(because aren’t they the same thing anyway?)
No,
it wasn’t like that at all.
It was more that
it didn’t matter
if the stars bled violet kryptonite
or the grass quit knowing why.
Because you would be right there with me
watching the heavens divide, a passion of
stormclouds and curtained twilights, and
the rain -a thousand soldiers
straining to free the light
and all I wanted to listen to was the way your body holds mine.
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 1:38 AM UTC
I want you to kiss me
again and again
just to feel the delicious
love-scrape of your whiskers
against my neck.
Your half-lidded eyes just beg
for me
to desire your innermost dreams
Oh, pomegranate love
bursting with fire-
Let me taint you,
touch you,
give your sunshine competition.
Shudder-
because for me,
you’ll never know the like.
Feel me run inside your veins
Bewitched, you claim?
Oh, laddy love,
you’ll never know for certain
(except for
certainly, you will.)
And if you delight
in the fervor of insanity, darling,
there’s room inside of me.
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 1:36 AM UTC