Sag: Favorites

Mar 2014 Sag

skin

Mar 2014 Sag

Lindee

skin

I crave to feel of my bones beneath my fingertips
I find myself pressing my skin to yours fascinated by the electric currents that run on contact
wire on wire
your steady arm to my goose bumped arm
your falling hips to my hallowed out hip bones
comfort
I find myself wanting to peel away my freckled skin
to see how deep the innocence runs
to see if my bones are carved from the porcelain plates my mother dropped
the flare of my bones fascinates me
but the feel of your skin
ignites these bones and fills the cold marrow with warm milk,
letting them hibernate

Mar 2014 Sag

you

Mar 2014 Sag

Lindee

you

you are a wallflower, calm and observant and accepting of others
you are the love people pray for and the hymns they sing on sleepy sunday mornings
you are beauty and you're busy making me into a masterpiece
you trace my every outline with a shaky finger painting my skin with colors that bring out the shadows of my cheekbones and the holes in heart.
you reassure me that there is divinity and simplicity coexisting
you lift me up above the world, spinning on its axis and put me in orbit around your shining sun
and you watch my comets soar appreciating their juxtaposition of fire trailed by ice
you understand my quietness and give me time to pick apart my words letter by letter
know I have to have times hands grasped firmly in mine
you give definition to every word my trembling voice manages to form.
turning my nouns into objects of desire and verbs into movies with the sound off
you are everything to me . I am everything to you
and I swear to God, that's the best thing in my life

Mar 2014 Sag

hitch in my rib cage

Mar 2014 Sag

Lindee

hitch in my rib cage

You're like a punctuation mark
on my vocal cords.
Making me reconsider my shaking breath.
Wondering what my words will be as I say them.
So unsure of the skin on my fingers.
Unsure if it will singe your skin
with my self-doubt and deprecation.
and my dwindling eyesight on love.
making me reconsider who i am
and indefinitely who I've been
You are the hitch in my ribcage.
The adjacent lungs in my body
withering
finding oxygen in gas chambers.
and debating on it's validity.

Mar 2014 Sag

Gypsy Mystic

Mar 2014 Sag

Liam

Gypsy Mystic

Tarot toting tinker
    let's have another round
my future's in the balance
    lay yet another down

Never had much luck at cards
   even less so at l'amour
give a wandering fool direction
   high priestess, I kneel before

Your caravan will travel on
   as I seek the royal road
my chariot is torn asunder
   pray deal me a lighter load

Mar 2014 Sag

Tangential Truths

Mar 2014 Sag

Liam

Tangential Truths

Slumbered scratching into a bedside notebook
   lying in darkness under a thick blanket of revelation
Afraid that lamplight may blind these 3am eyes
   to the dim, wispy glow of mystical comprehension

Trusting that valued mysteries will later be deciphered
   from this barely legible scrawl of the night
Refusing to squander such moments of divine lucidity
   captured in a poetic hand written outside the lines

Reluctant to wait until morning lest the light of day
   exposes a tenuous relationship to reality
Causing rays of enlightenment to glance off its surface
   in beams of obscure and superficial logic

Tangential truths
   scribbled in the dark

Mar 2014 Sag

Anxiety Attack

Mar 2014 Sag

Shelby Azilda

Anxiety Attack

I feel the world closing in,
My heart pounding rapidly like rain drops on a windowpane,
As I struggle for breath.
I want to cry,
Why do I feel this way so suddenly?
Moments ago,
I was absolutely fine.

Anxiety attacks make no sense.

Mar 2014 Sag

Embedded

Mar 2014 Sag

Liam

Embedded

She will lose herself in a book
and find herself in poetry

She thinks that religion is a sacrilege
and that long showers are sacred

She makes love when she's tired
and never tires of making love

She is irreverent in her humor
and pious in her gravity

She is diligent in completing her work
and ambitious of her quest for leisure

She is the personification of romanticism
and the embodiment of compassion

She exists harmoniously in my mind