My body shutters
When you speak your heart to me
As if it were starved
From a lifetime of loneliness.
..but it is not..
I have had love
passion
loyalty
And yet when your lips part
to utter the words I so crave
I find myself shivering
in the warmth of your breath.
Does this make me fickle,
fast,
selfish, perhaps?
Or is this just the way of love
to provide the sensation
of purity
and ignorance.
Sometimes,
I fear I may seem insincere
if I say
you are the only one
I have ever felt this for.
And yet, it's true!
I have not felt the love
I feel with you
ever before.
I have never looked into these eyes
your eyes
before this moment.
I have never known
a kiss to taste this sweet
before the moment
your lips touched mine.
And I have never known
your love
until the moment
you fell
for me.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
To see the glide of the razor upon your skin was ecstasy,
To see it groom and care
Rather than slice and tear
Was something out of dreams
In that moment I felt like a Woman
Who loves a Man.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 11:17 PM UTC
You could illuminate as bright as the North Star
but you're settling for a shine as insignificant as
a street light in a crowded city.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
a language so promising
and artfully arranged that
I unknowingly inhaled thick
tar laced words into
inviting lungs- carelessly
choking on your
deceitful
black
lies.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
I want to feel the breeze upon my face
from high upon the mountain once again
I wish to know the shape of your lips,
the touch of your hands,
and the smell of you near me
once more,
Could we speak,
once in a while,
to know your voice
in more than just a fading memory.
I do try,
to remember the texture my fingers felt,
on that day of love we spent.
Coconut oil on your face,
making my hands stick
and gliding across my cheek
both soft from the oil
and hard from the stubble.
I do try,
to believe in what you said
in that letter I have not read
for too long now it seems.
I ask myself why,
and the only real answer i receive
deep between the memories,
is that it hurts,
no more,
I cannot go on
living this way
holding onto a memory as if it were you.
Is not that what I said you did to her?
Perhaps I am seeing,
the other side of that coin.
Perhaps I can now understand you more.
And yet with all of this,
with my fear of reading the words you hurriedly re-wrote
on my day of leaving,
that you cried when you read to me
I still continue to avoid those words.
Perhaps the reality is too sweet,
daily life too mundane,
my fears suffocating
and my illusions are satisfying for now.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 6:43 AM UTC
For what is a broken heart,
than one which has not been loved?
We treat them as broken
fingers
and
toes.
With wires tied around
hearts
And words meant
for
nothing,
when said
for
love.
Nothing is more befitting,
the cynic's smile
than a bottle of wine
and a "you cant always take people on their word".
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
I bow to you,
my Lion King
As you lie graceful and bare,
on the grass of Time,
with hand on heart,
you look to me
as I look to you,
do you see me?
To caress those spaces
in between words
and know
the very essence of a
soul...
Beauty behold,
this man
not carved from wood or stone,
but flesh and bone,
so fragile yet so bold.
Would your eyes be humbled
if they could,
for he still turns away at your gaze.
But stand full force to mine.
This mighty Lion King,
with Mother's eyes,
and Father's sky.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
I see you,
as you dance behind he veil of your soul.
Do you shine so bright,
to attract faeries to
your sitting party...
Can we play together,
I have learned to dance
now
Can we wave,
and play
and dance
and sing
to see what may
come about?
Your beauty has no equal,
for it shines through you
from the place in which your soul resides,
And my love for you,
can serve to reflect
Her's for Him.
Have we dance before,
In the space between drum beats?
Somewhere beween a baby's first breahe,
and his vision of you.
I long to be near you,
can we be close?
And yet far off!
You on one peak,
and I on another,
So that we may sing
the songs of our hearts to one another,
to this Earth,
to the love within our chests,
and he invisable rhelm of infiniy.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
I think of you often,
When i brush my lips against a tree
When i clean squash from this year's harvest,
And make it into something you can brush with yours.
I release all the things that are raging between me and opening myself completely.
For to look upon the raging storm,
And still stretch you arms out to sea,
Is to find one's self,
And one's other.
It's okay to be scared,
I dont know everything either,
And isn't that what fear is,
To run from that which i dont know,
You could try to release this from you,
It is all there,
Right before us
Waiting to be felt.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC