Sometimes you have to destroy something
to be healthier
and let your garden regrow
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
I've been thinking about that tender phenomenon
The one that makes me consistently want to kiss your jaw
and the place between your nose and your cheek
when I see you staring into space
with your eyes soft and your face hard
I've been thinking about the phenomena of us,
All your things and my things, somehow unified
How full we both are, and on the cusp of something fuller
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
the blazing sky above became the whole world
We settled into dusty intertwining patterns on the floor.
Afterwards, you asked of me Why Is It So Dark Here?
I had no answer, instead
I placed my thumb in it's little bed: the place on your neck between your collar bones where
Your pulse jumps up to kiss me again and again.
thoroughly, we rested; until we were wrested
Awake by some strange light, La Luz
Holding us in her palms.
I'm Blinded, you said, Help Me Love
But I was blinded long ago by you, and I could be of no help whatsoever
And during your unseeingness, a stranger thing came about, stranger than the light
We reached around until we found each other like fate, like twisty diamond rattlesnakes
And rolled up in the dust, the ***** solid ground
We found salvation in our blindness
When we could see again, our love, our need became solidified.
So then light is not an answer to darkness, but the question that precedes it.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
If only I could hold myself the way you hold me, I might be better off.
Alas, I could place my hands exactly where yours were
to no avail.
Because my hands are boring, and yours are full of endless intricacies
that keep me up at night.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC
the love I have for you begins
with you frustrating me beyond belief
and my wretched self is weak;
I love the things about you that I cannot explain
and yet
my curse is my constant pursuit of some explanation.
I love you especially in your fragile honesty
I fight for that honesty every minute
it's so beautiful that it winds me
and in your gaze is something so ancient
I fear it's power.
Unhinged and undone
your arms are the strongest most potent form of salvation
and am I readily absolved?
am I guilty or pious?
I find I am desperate for redemption...
But I love you despite my desperation
I love you with every molecule of my broken down soul
It hurts, it hurts like nothing else
I love you and I do not like it
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 12:02 AM UTC
I turned over and I half expected you in my bed
with your delicious smile
and I yearned like never before
to have your fingers trace up my spine
and across my ribs
till your arms pull me
into you.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
Remind me that you're real, love.
Vestigial memories of your rib cage seem untoward at present
when faced with those burning truths that were prior deemed unworthy
with a brush from my clove-clad fingertips.
Remind me that you're real for I am in grave danger of forgetting
or perhaps remembering
or perhaps forgetting to remember
or perhaps pitching forward into genuine neglect.
Remind me why I gave up everything for fragility,
why my shoulder blades dance in my taught skin
remind me of the solidity of my cupped chin in your capriscious palms
I want to recall that sanctity or forget everything altogether.
I want you to remind me with sensuality as thick as a bouquet
promise me that you're real with your idyllic lips on my skin
we are eternally ephemeral.
so be quick love,
quickly
remind me why I stay.
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 12:40 PM UTC
I never thought I'd have to hold my tongue so still
And you would be the one; reticent.
How fascinating our mistakes are, how repetitive
And how fascinating that the truth is squeezed from both of us like
that last bit of toothpaste from the bottle.
I feel a shift.
A paradoxical disorder unaccounted for,
I fear the change because I am the change.
You were always a force that lacked equivalence,
And it was your unbalance that undid me;
before I thought my balance was my exchange.
Now I think you are too quiet, my thoughts too loud.
You fight with yourself mostly, and slam doors.
I'm too proud to admit I'm wrong.
We'll never work out. Not really.
And it is a shame.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
Your Blood.
It's
Really
Quite
Nice.
It's
Languid
Path
Down Your
Pinky
Is Hypnotizing
Me
Such That I Cannot Look
Away
Such
A
Visceral
Crimson
Trail.
Such
Radiant
Rivulets
I Almost Forget
That You're
In A Little
Pain.
Also, You Say:
**** Those Papercuts.
They Hurt Worse of All.
And Yet...
I Would Not Stop You
Getting A Single One
If It Meant
You Showing Me
Your Plethura of
Vitality
Once
And
A While.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 9:30 AM UTC