I've been
a little confused at the way he
gently brushed my hair away from my neck
and pressed soft kisses on my skin during mid-afternoon
And when night fell
(how lovely it was to see something else falling rather than me)
he held me close but wouldn't let me in
So like a child practicing a lesson learned in grade school,
I covered his skin with kisses- you get what you give, right?
But I had forgotten that reality isn't like a movie
with happy endings occurring in every scene,
the little moments don't seem so little
when the main character forgets to play his part.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC
When you think of me
how far do you think
when the idea of you and me
is placed on a map
waiting for territory to be marked
how far will you leave the permanence
to take up space that was once freedom
now shared
how many roads will be built
leading to us
if there will be any at all
think ahead for me
because thinking about forever
wouldn't be the same otherwise
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
a heart beating inside me
leads me to wonder
what other parts of myself
should be beaten
to start working
correctly again.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC
Your lips don't need to talk
I can hear you speak all over my body
Without a single utter heard
I feel your words pressed against my skin
as you caress your palm across the trail you've made
Like a security seal of possession
Your lips make sure you haven't left any spot untouched
I felt it written all over my skin,
I will kiss every inch of you
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
Wearing red never felt like a sin
until my cheeks couldn't stop blushing
after my lipstick left a stain on his neck.
he told me afterwards,
you mean nothing to me
I wonder if those words
were supposed to hurt me;
he didn't mean much to me either.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
The tablecloth is smoothed over
stiff and firm in perfection
The same cloth that I hid under as a child
night and day
mulling over when the sun will finally tap me with yellows
so I could stop feeling so blue
Hiding away from the ghosts beneath the surface
even though I felt like one too
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
She is a candle's melting wax
a slow caress onto the pristine surface
of a strong body that softens in her presence
She leaves herself
molded onto others
a heat that overtook the light,
melting fears disguised in hot wax
stained on the holder
That is the way she leaves them
they are all just a kindle to her fire
coming and going
never the same as the start.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
I don't know what could be more unsettling;
the impending sadness I feel for what has not happened
or the fear that my thoughts
will build the reality of my present
to unwrap a gift I think
isn't mine to keep
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC
Leave your car keys on the leather seat
I promise the world won't move without you
So there's no need to try to get so ahead of yourself,
The roads will wind around your restless mind
Please don't get too dizzy trying to read between the lines
of the GPS directions you never listen to
The set destination is only far
because you keep turning away from the arrows
And theres a beautiful mystery in the flickering of your eyelashes
blinking against the cinematic sunset
Those colors couldn't give off a fraction
of the colors surrounding you
I know your hands play in the dust
tracing curved lines the same way
you stumble when balance plays with your legs
falling into him
Leave your car keys on the counter
because your footsteps can carry you
onto the carpeted floor, the collage of a blank white wall
painted in sound as substitute for aesthetic
Why get ahead of yourself
if he is facing in front of you?
You've learned to ease your restless mind on your own
yet his hands take the worry and wash them off
a caress across your cheek like a gentle waterfall
you find yourself babbling down the stream
with no map in your hands, no worry of a destination
just a journey on its course
There's a beautiful mystery in the flickering of his smile
lit up like a melting candle that's brightening your face
This heat doesn't represent a fraction
of the energy kept between you
I know your bodies trace lines against one another
weaving more and more into existence
of two universes colliding
a passionate destruction of walls you are no longer keeping
Put your car keys into the ignition
there are so many roads to drive down
but somehow this time I know
you will not get lost.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
Ice cubes
melting on the floor
I love the way our feet move
stomping around one another
a tapping war
coming close but never touching
keep your distance from my limbs
I don't control the movements
once the night kisses my spirits
freedom feels like sweat
running over my lips
the same place where honey
sweetened the illusions we made
laughing into the crowd that held us
without really looking close
waves of notes rushed over the lights
a never ending vibration of cheers
showcased in radiant shamelessness
we are tied together with energy
fueled by glasses that the optimist enjoys
more empty than filled
we replace the mass with moments that matter
more in the moment than the future
looking back we wont remember
all the words that spilled out
in a honey flavored accent-
we speak in ways that numb our lips
smiling wider and wider
when we let the rhythm shake our inner rush out
our feet stumble kisses onto the ground
and our hands hug steadier fingers
we love the way our voices sound
mingling in nonsense with one another
honey sounds sweetest when heard together
shaking glasses steady with sloshing gambles
of who's eyes will rock the room first
but it doesn't matter when the light attracts you
and your feet guide pathways in circles
the night knows darkness brings out light from within
coaxed by accents we acquire
if only for a night we won't remember
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC