I pray you feel the soft exhale of my breath
as I fall to sleep,
for when I close my eyes I feel its warmth
as it would deflect off the small of your neck
as I whisper goodnight,
my Love, goodnight.
Do not be startled that my voice has traveled space and time
and I am not there when you turn around
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
I wish I was with you, under the canopy of your covered patio...
above parked subaru station wagons
next to aspens and pines, thick with pollen
and lazy concrete carrying joggers and cars and speeding bicycles piloted by the hormone-drunken youths of another sophomore summer
I'd forget, if I was with you
content to sleep in the morning sun and make love on the red porch of your red house....
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
Come, reveal to me my heart
without your presence, subject
to whim and wanton desire,
its purpose lost
My mind still yet clings to remnants
of vision with your love
Come, install that muscle memory
which forbids the evasion of pain
while you are gone,
my heart, my mind, my life
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
We were together, physically- my fingers leaving grimy trails in the lines of your body. You may have been that mountain we were laying on, with your strength and your valleys and our grounded unity. But there was a sickness, the earth thriving and the people dying. You shielded me from that force which claimed them all. In your frustration and anxiety you left to find a cure. I can feel your restless soul while you are gone. But the force has stopped. Only a few of us remain, and in four hundred years we have seen the earth overgrown- the return of prehistoric size. But we cannot rest, we cannot die. You are still gone, and I roam the life swamps in search of you. I finally find you. Your hands guide my feet on the earth and you are found. Rising from the muck. You have been moving, these four hundred years, through the earth, untame. You are peace and I can die again. We all can.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
what can I write today
which would properly demonstrate the nature
of my heart
and the values of my soul, for you,
now gone to the world while I stay waiting,
knowing no love could take the place
you have left gaping in my chest, the place
filled temporarily by the frequent heartbeats
for another
whom shall never know my love,
as you do,
who takes your space to unwittingly await his eviction
and I weep
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
silly thoughts
of a silly girl, always
in love, in life
learning slowly of
one meaning
through many a truth:
each man, the center of a universe-
can set himself
free
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
Last night I dreamt,
that I was in the house of my chilhood.
It was stormy outside, like a hurricane.
I was looking everywhere for you- I think it was the apocalypse.
Then I recieved something in the mail, a package
and it was from you.
There was a ring inside the box.
The ring was also a walkie talkie, and you had one too.
As soon as I saw what was in the box, I looked up and you were there.
You began showing me how to use it, then
all of a sudden,
there were people everywhere
in all the rooms
all around us.
It became difficult to stay close to you, so we used our talkie rings.
I found you and the storm got worse.
Everyone around was shouting and you kissed me.
It was a really good kiss
and you didn't stop.
Then, I woke up, and I think for a split second I thought you were in bed next to me.
Today the clouds are grey
but there is no storm.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 1:11 PM UTC
If my thoughts, they were transcribed
each fleeting path
each unlikely conclusion
I would have all the answers
to articulate in words
to share with you
You don't see, with all your questions,
that we have the answers
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
expression is cliche
the passing passion is passe
an existence now of once again,
That broken record never mended
and yet these volumes shan't expire
systemized by love hate and desire
happy sad and angry too
and all those things that we all do
perhaps it is just vaguely Time,
or we have discovered a tragic rhyme,
the measure of this life repeating
the collective steady of our hearts beating
And yet! renewed with every birth!
this life maintains its giving guile
and we are forced to stay a while
to behold this cirlce round and round,
as cliche as that may sound
so carry on, my friend
and live
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 3:05 AM UTC
In ghastly corners you will find
the bleeding secrets of your mind.
Thoughts of every rotten place,
every mocking, hateful trace
each vivid moment of disgrace
Which no light can e'er displace
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 2:07 AM UTC