This is our last page.
I've been saving you for
Something special.
I should tell you there are
Open pages here.
I will not desert you.
We'll be traveling through
Many spaces, this is a begining
Not an ending.
Look at where we've been and
Know there's much more to come.
We'll be moving in so many ways,
Will you count them?
We can wait for these things
To come to us,
We don't need to search them out.
My mind is made up,
Are you excited?
Good luck to us for
We have it already, and
Will gladly keep our
Companion in our travels.
Our embrace will strengthen
What we know.
We are here and now.
That is beautiful and important.
This is right and well.
This is our page and
Here is our mark.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 1:11 AM UTC
The piano keys are stacked.
These days, the loudest piece of
Furniture is keeping its mouth shut
With scales more colorful
Than snakes it carries notes and
Ideas like scatteres marbles.
Shaking lincoln log thoughts
Out of my ears I build a gazebo.
Dragging instruments one by one,
I have an orchestra.
My fingers thaw into hands
That remember how to laugh.
I start from scratch and
Slow as a snail, those old
Recipes come back.
Some better than others.
Old friends you are like family
Speaking in your secret languages.
How I've loved and missed you.
Each instrument a unique
Engine of guilt.
As my apologies are accepted,
I pray they always will be.
Like a parent I will try again
To make things right.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 1:06 AM UTC
This is our mantra.
You are one back rub away
From falling out of bed.
Floating on metaphorical curtails,
You blane women chained
To your addictions.
I would rather an icicle Valentine
Than your fearful metaphor.
There is always new
Blood in your veins.
Oh how you stitch your past
To the holes in your libido.
****** man, you never listen!
All long legs and washed out skin,
There will never be enough
Scorn here for you.
Finding ***** hips and high heels,
You know how to unlock a
Woman with that voice of yours.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 1:01 AM UTC
I am the ink in your pen,
Remorsefully violent.
How long will I be dragged
Through the mud and beetles?
You've tattooed me to every angle you've got.
Look into my stoplight eyes
And feel the slap of concrete.
Lecherous friend
I do not appreciate the gesture.
So few can crucify me as easily.
My trust is more than an echo.
It is the key to my elevator.
Despite your best efforts
You are no locksmith.
You will be kept in the basement indefinitely.
In Hepburn fashion, grieving women
Throw themselves into the street.
How dare you peel me open then leave.
I'll fend for myself until we meet again.
Bite my tongue, my cheek so raw,
Here's to your spotlight, brava.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 12:41 AM UTC
I love you means
Thank you for coming home.
For bringing the peace back that
Evades my days without you.
The relief of you
That quiets the rest of me,
Comes with your presence only.
This is more powerful than
Any force I've met.
It is my gratitude for
The muse of you,
My favorite.
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 3:37 AM UTC
This is your country,
Running like tea
Across a map made of clear sky.
You are a bird here.
Your kingdom rests under
Gentle wings, soft feathers.
With blooms of deep hue,
Wine colored faces
Wait to greet your bright presence.
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 1:42 AM UTC
Aside from a few thousand miles and tattoos like a grocery list,
I’m still that girl breaking horse hair on cat gut.
Full of pizzicato that rises and rests I remember hot summer night sounds.
I miss staring into red suns behind black bare trees.
Running through dark alleys full of your curls we’d sing and cough with liquored smiles.
Put my notes in an envelope and send me off with your Sunday best.
Label it with Scotch and your cigarettes.
Let our life fade into the sea, winding through the surf.
I love who I was but this is not who I am.
Pressed into books half made and abandoned, my heart collects the film of glass.
I will keep treading water, inviting you to stay with the sharks I’ve come to know.
Bestill your landlocked mind and stretch your limbs into the sea.
With wind cool and strong, I scatter my thoughts in every direction.
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 1:37 AM UTC
I love missing you.
I am alive and surrounded by sleeplessness with this.
It may be foolish but I am a passionate woman.
My heart fills with many things and
when it’s overflowing with you I am alive.
Externally I am silent because internally I am exploding with joy to be near you.
Overwhelmed by these molecules I transform exponentially.
Watch me shake wild a concrete black cat to your waxing and waning heart while this sparkler love ignites.
These liquored lips are loose and take no excuse.
You change your reasons faster than seasons only to bare my reasons like oars.
I’m floating drunk and silly in this seasoned ocean, peppered with your eyes and salted by your skin.
Bear this in mind when your fear kills the time we have together:
This could last longer because you are the match to my flame burning these passions bright.
Let there be light.
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 1:34 AM UTC
The clouds today remind me of your skin.
Soft and folded, they're rich with chemical abuse.
Faded like your hair from one shade to the next.
These clouds are full, as big as your heart.
They stretch long and thin like your veins.
A heavy blanket and me waiting for your fall.
I'm holding you up thinking,
"Gravity don't do this to me."
With the slap of impact
I fight the sadness that's
Hit me through you.
I feel your pain deeper
Because you can't feel for yourself.
I'm sick of this mess like
You're sick of yourself.
Your touch is buried deep,
Like Sanskrit on cave walls.
After a night next to you,
Curled up and comfy,
It's hard to leave in the morning.
I hand out this pain via pamphlets
And now you don't know what to do.
As a religious prophet I am no longer welcome.
These white knuckled clouds are looking restless.
Searching for proof of life,
I want to reach up with a nice firm hold
And curl my fingers in hard.
That'd feel pretty nice in this ********* weather.
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC
Tune in and welcome friend.
Wake up from a forgotten dream.
Turn that switch on in my brain.
Tread softly.
A refreshing breeze against my cheek.
A seedling gaining strength.
Fold this origami heart,
Creased by hands too shy to speak.
They are my own.
Precise and comfortable,
Measure and fold again.
Your wild blue scarf dances in the wind.
Golden threads reflect your intent.
Your spirit is the same shade,
Muted and ecstatic.
Tempting the blowing sand,
Yours is a gaze to remember.
Raven and unwavering.
A bravery I dare not interrupt.
I remind myself,
"Be bold Govinda, love is fierce."
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 1:27 AM UTC