I saw him for what he is and what he will be. Physically. I sat right there before him admiring the enlightenment he had already acquired. I noted the many hints of wisdom wrinkled into the skin of his face. I heard the drum of love beating. I was not sure of its origin but the song was melodic to my heart. Beat for beat, I cleaned my slate of insecurity. The past settled like the dust of a rough storm and suddenly I felt free and present all within his warmth. He shook me mentally.
I coughed up the blood of past lovers and froze it for days. I donated that frozen box before I thought to toss the giveaway. Maybe I am undeserving of sensational awakenings such as the gift of him. I blew too many chances with others willing to grant me unlimited wishes. The rest I threw into an ocean of young souls in need of lessons. He told me he loved me under a full moon in Sagittarius.
Speechless was I as the sun woke up; still drunk and sticky on the mouth with breath tasting of tequila and lime, barely hinting I bit into it recently. The same flavor of your weekend visit’s kiss: undeniably recognizable like a favorite Yankee candle. Careful to fall beneath layers of thoughts, I stretched my toes out as if they could touch the wall. Under my aching body the woolen rug felt too rough to have slept well at all. Dreams flooded and fled from my reach. You were there again, but this time I let you be.
Honeymoon: do you think about that word? The mention brings the mind to prasine palm fronds filled with bliss that shan’t ever again be captured in life. It seems the world has noticeably accepted this proposition. With refusal of conformity fringing the tips of my fingers, I dangle the tingly fabric across your solitude. Honey drips south around the craters of the moon and into your mouth. Sweet and warm and fresh of ***
The sun rises higher to reflect light onto your shoulder. I admire the illumination. Your eyes peek open and pull me in under blankets with your hungry touch. It is morning and I want you.
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I roll over onto a bed of my own scent: vacant. Threaded memories pulled out of their booklet and shredded. I shrug them away. Under the floorboard I find myself, scratching until my nails bleed blue. I scream until I grow tired. The air in here is nonexistent. I try to balance my breath but I am breathing so fast now I do not know how to slow it down why can’t I keep calm I think I’m going to pass out just calm down. I think I am going to die. I die until I am discovered under the floorboard. I breathe again.
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
I begged the marijuana to get me as high as heroine
Puffy pink clouds surround my head again
Peeling like paint your face fades from the walls of my brain
Down a rusted melting ladder and passed a white rabbit
who rushes like your heart in the midst of a panic
puff, puff, pass it
Reaching into my chest and opening
up my rib cage like a gate,
I fed the thick smoke to my lungs like iced lemonade
Snaking in and out of each broken rib
The townsmen drank the resin and black blood
before it dried up
sip sip, cough cough
Ghost, they’ll call you once you’ve drowned
under your own saliva screaming for help
No existence was the interest in a dress of rescue
Index flipping south with eyes forward north
scoffing down the brick road they built bare handed
within the same amount of time the mother
held her belly frantic
Flatten, fold, tuck the edge of the napkin
Place it on your lap and look presentable, please
The children won’t know if you don’t tell them
(about the alcohol problem)
shhh
Risky lips find their spot lights
with silly scouring mouths and proud egos
I’m chilly
But he won’t feed into her, since recently
discovering bruises blue as berries behind her knees
Cherry smooch on each
Get better soon, Honey, please
*Honey, please
Honey, please*
Her juicy heart’s held up with garden stalks
Ripe love threatening to fall off
Ripe love telling me to **** off
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
Were your feet planted in
the same place i discovered you?
Once
our arms touched like it was nothing
skin rubbing lovingly and unaware of the ugliness coming
blue lips locking and
peeling off the plastic
covering the carton we courageously collected
our breath in
We see stars inflating,
baking and heaving
We feel floods rushing
around our ankles and
into our woolen socks
pushing too much and
cringing for the pop
Reluctant and rooted
Suited for a funeral
never scheduled
I search for you underground
only to find a chest
inked with a Japanese dragon
broken lock burnt off and open
the black lungs of a drag in
stained with golden tobacco
wooden bolts with roses
angled against me
I vine up the veins of your attention
and beg you to stay for breakfast
fast forward
into an album stored under the China we will never use
or look at
Twenty seven photos and twenty seven guests
and two hands to flip through the laminated past
and one hand to count the days that they’ll last
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
Lips kiss carefully
leaving me craving for
the carvings dug deep
within your undeveloped brain
I found carnations
pink as your Italian cheeks
left on my dusty dashboard
in the midst of summer
when I climbed back in heels over head
after the jeep flipped over
There they lay
limp and lonely
telling me stories stuck within their thin throats
and warning with their petals pointed towards the sun
but I’m bleeding nostalgically from my nose
licking the beet red bath from my upper lip
speaking with no teeth left
salty says my tongue but
I see bubbled blotches of someone
I used to call “baby”
Maybe I taste the bittersweet bouquet of
stale rain after all,
Maybe I can hear the clouds gaining weight
when I listen close
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
How will we find an answer to the question
tearing at the threads of our chests?
Ambitions, traditions, building and expecting
soft skin listening
dinner ready,
warm and waiting
for someone who won’t
be coming home
Don’t turn on the television
and don’t pick up the phone
out spills blood from the twirling cord
he’s gone, she’s gone, they’re gone
Hate has again won
and I’m sorry I couldn’t have
been there to help
My ears ring with
the screaming
across the earth
and
my heart feels
the fingers that grip
their loved ones limp faces
with eyes that stare blankly
towards the sky
drowning in tears
and inquiring why
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
Forgive me for feeling
freely and sweetly
Cherry blossoms surround me in
dreams that find me immediately as
my lids close like concrete
So sweetly, so needy
I’m sorry you feel me so deeply
I’m sorry you can’t even hear me
through this glass thin enough to shatter with
the piercing truth of my laughter
Space, here, and never
had the youth of my brother
had the gift of giving further
to the earth that flowers broader
than my mind could ever capture
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
Buttercup baby
Won’t you blossom slowly?
Your chin a sweet sunflower petal,
your glossy pores so smooth
I’m losing your little feet in the weeds,
to the fields of green where
you run and you run and you run
chasing escaped balloons and the rising sun
You will find handwritten notes
in the slits of your locker
from your best friend:
scribbled gibberish and sketches of your crush
and they’ll make you laugh
and forget that failed test
You will feel pain under your kneecaps
knit from youth
and awaken lightheaded from a new height,
pain within the deep veins of your heart
you didn’t even know existed, and
that best friend may call you a *****
for no valid reason
Your lover may break your heart
and leave your waters to glimmer wavy
left lonely with a scarlet enragement
Sensations that you can’t explain without
collapsing to pieces and weeping
but you are only human
Lighten your laughter and float away on a wooden raft
and speak to the dreamy moon of a place for good souls
(and good food)
Don’t lose hope in the holes of the universe
I, too, was convinced it all to be nonsense:
A love to love and be loved in return…
You will learn there are other humans that make up this earth,
other humans that love this earth
and plant the ground with tender enchantment
much like your uncle singing you to sleep
Buttercup baby
Won’t you hum your honey tune?
Sculpt your sun kissed skin into you and
shimmy through a heart shaped hula-hoop
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC
I am the eight point eight percent aluminum
in the earth’s crust,
crumbling beneath blonde conversation
My mind sweeps the memories under
its dungeon’s heavy entrance again
A broom made of abrasion
Mint lily pads placid on
the soft surface of sea
we hopped across like infant frogs
while the sky poured
boxed sangria and tied cherry stems
but you wouldn’t know,
you hide inside under
blankets knit of thick wool
probably crimson like the scarlet creases of
your chapped lips
that once stained the wine glass
with the evil eye charm on
Friday nights
and
ate up midnight with
fleeting thoughts and heart-to-hearts
Awaken to blonde dialog
Ruffled lashes blink lovingly beneath sleepy sheets
I love those lashes, you know
Painted with the sight of a similar prescription
purposely gripping my throat and
handcuffing me to the tiny
poppy pores of your aura
I will give you permission to
bleed onto my skin for
as long as you need
I’ll kiss your sweet pink cheek,
feed you flower petals
and their sister leaves green
It seemed too dark inside your mouth to see
when you were choking on a tiny stick with
smiley face candy
Lost within deep concrete caves and
living for the dirt underneath my leather toes
which allow me still to dance
my legs found gold forgotten in their apricot flesh
grazing fuzz across your breath
Buzzing south on your tongue to
pull out the innocence
Sinking, sulking, suffering
curling like a scissor kissing ribbon
tell me again,
what’s that lipstick pigment you wear?
what is that language you’ve majored in?
Lately I have had no taste buds left to
peel off and place on your blonde tongue
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
Soft locks of dusty blonde ride silently on
the backbone of the wind
Where puffs of smoke play games with ghosts
and shield a mysterious face I’ve known
Steel blue eyes beam through this fog like headlights
lustily glaring through the windows of heavy lashes
stones rolling over his umbrella lids
almost closing but
delivering a daring stare
water to clay and I
instantly mold to his spirit like pottery
A slow sip of hot coffee awakens
the hypnotized creature hiding inside of me
My mind aware yet carelessly smothered in infatuation with
the way these tears drip over the rings in my nose
a salty tongue barely licking a topic
I could tip toe across yet
I decide to sprint through like a child in Summer’s sprinklers
and I couldn’t tell you why without apologizing
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 4:32 AM UTC
Somebody who felt the deepest part of my soul like it was velvet
crashed through my guard without a helmet and
forced me to feel the fiery climate of
a love that bled out without blinding;
a love that fed trust and flooded tears with smiles.
Somebody who showed me the shine of rain stole
my umbrella because dancing was more fun than being afraid of the weather.
A love that poured peace of mind quickly pieced itself together;
a love that divine: only the ones with sight discover.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 4:29 AM UTC