I love the way your arms feel
the way your hot breath pulses
against my neck when you whispered morning decleratiions, and midnight secrets
- absorbed through my pores - like a drug in my viens.
I love the way your torso spasms as you laugh
and the way your hands feel - the way your fingers - the way your shoulders curve.
I love when you and I together sleep soundly
knowing that you are my perfect blanket
that I am the perfect heater during winter cold.
We are the fitting puzzle peices,
worn and ragged through many handlings
bent and creased from past mishandling
yet still sliding without fault - without hesitation and disruption.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
I want now to apologize.
this does not come easily
but know
from my heart to yours, I am bleeding out
love, nourish your own
and forgive me
for I did not know
the truth.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 10:25 AM UTC
I got up out of bed putting on my slippers,
worn down through the years, to see what all that sound was for.
Haley was dead asleep holding tight to the pillow.
Her head kept jerkin and I remember
Mary sayin that people who ****** in there sleep was havin a bad dream.
So I laid my hand on her head
and stroked it soft
like how Mary did it to us,
and watched as she quieted down.
Again I heard the noises
and slipped out into the dark hallway to figure out what was going on.
I was always curious to know why he made those noises when he was with Mary.
I leaned against the doorway,
half hiding behind the post to get a look.
The grainy texture of the post underneath my fingers
made me careful about catchin any splinters in my fingers like usual.
Daddy was on top of Mary,
sayin out mamas name softly,
moving up and down on top of her with his eyes closed,
I could tell cause
I couldn’t see the whites of his eyes
or the redness of ‘em
seeing how he was drunk and all,
while Mary laid under him, her hand over her mouth crying.
Those tears so much like the summer rains
rolled down her cheek
catching the light of the moon
just like they did on the blades of grass.
I didn’t know what was happening,
but I knew Mary didn’t like it.
Daddy, not knowing I was there,
asked Mary in a husky voice,
scarcely above a harsh whisper,
if she didn’t like it,
and how he could remember
her speaking out to him on there wedding night
and such.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
I know you feel as I do
you hear the pulse beats in my chest
see the glitter from my eyes
generated by your smile.
You feel the ache as I do
crippling , locking fluid joints
catch me before I hit the ground
---to my surprise I find you don't---
and down I fall
--you let me fall---
I felt cold hardness below my palms...
I know you felt as I do
that something rather left unsaid
but then again...
I thought you kept yours safe inside
I love you...
or did--once.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
I smile
its huge
its spreads and reaches my eyes.
I laugh
again I laugh
....and again I laugh
giddy and restless with waiting.
I bite my bottom lip
but yet my happiness
coughs through my lips.
I have to close my eyes
for appearance sake
I don't know what to say
Should I let you see me this way?
my chest collapses suddenly
when you turn your body fully to me
its hard to fight this feeling--see--
I tremble uncontrollably!
do I want to stop--no.
I love the way you make me feel!
and smile, and laugh.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
Inside there is a sickness
digging firm within me
I feel the illness spreading
rooted, growing,flourishing
and from my soul it blossoms
into a tree deformed
its bark peeling with dissension
its fruit already rotted.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC
You are the moon
and I the ocean
when you are full
bright and beautiful
I cannot help but
be drawn to you.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
You left as quickly as you came
leaving echos rippling thought
thick silence
as I lay sorely wanting
on sheets barely rustled
with your coldness
and my aching.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
Let us create
perhaps we shall use machines-said he-
No!- we'll use our hands, interrupted she-we-
steel, we'll form creations we-
will use our flesh, bones, sweat-
oil and fire, ire, industry-
STOP!, no more!
Let us create, think no more of machines
let us destroy that impersonal thing
and feel the pulse of life burst through
like flames of magma burning, melting.
I'd rather use the heat of hands
not burning coal to fuel the fire of desire
that I wish that we might create together.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
Who should I turn to
at a time when the world has lost its definition
Trying to find meaning is as fleeting
as painting on a wetted canvas
the colours bleed
STAY IN YOUR PLACE!
-is what I want to yell-
What I need now is order
and control
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC