Joy - Hello Poetry

Joy Apr 2019

Mine

I am the *******
who grounded up my bones
into a fine white flour,
who stuck sticks
under my nails,
until my fingers would be
opened red wounds
dripping blood on the muddy earth
beneath the legs
I amputated myself.

But,
Sweetie,
never in your wildest dreams
should you dare believe
that I would let you
hurt a centimeter of me.

The only person
who I would let hurt me
is the one only one I should belong to.
Me.

Joy Apr 2019

The kiss

Ecstasy wasn't found
in the bottom of the bottle.
It was subtle yet sudden
folded into the wings of the napkin.
You smuggled it breathlessly
under the bridge of your tongue.
I cupped it in the soft chalice
of my curled lips
behind the bars of my clinking teeth.
It crawled its way to my spine
and evaporated up your nose.
A minute or two.
And I remember opening my eyes
drugged by the way I had forgotten
what it had felt like to be wanted.
And the colors around me burst into laughter.
And we laughed and laughed along
until the steam of ecstasy was all around us.

#kiss #you #me #happiness #colors #lips

Joy Jan 2019

Ants

Earsplitting nightfall
A red, sleepy ant dances
By the margarine

Joy Jan 2019

I guess I was so

Right as my heart begun fluttering and
Even my friends told me I was aglow
Plain and simple I felt.
Loveable even.
And then right as I had finished
Cultivating the courage to stay
Exposed to your caramel stare holding
A promise quite tender and safe...
BEHOLD! The magic swoop which
Leaves you embarrassed and shallow.
Eyes which have moved onto another.

Joy Dec 2018

Cliff

We talk.
And I feel
my stomach is turning into a bottle of soda.
And the bubbles are rushing up to my face.
And the words "darling"
and "dear"
are hesitating on the tip of my tongue,
children ready to jump
from the edge of a cliff
into a sunny sea beneath their feet.
And my teeth clench
like the protective mother
the children supposedly need.
And my tongue burns from
times which have passed
when the children have drowned in a silent sea,
unanswered.
And my tongue curls inwards and throws them back in the mess of bubbles.
And lets them sink down
back into my soda bottle stomach.

And we talk.

And I'm silent.

Joy Nov 2018

Ode to the mundane

Washing the dishes,
cleaning the bathroom,
making the bed,
scented laundry detergent,
bin bags thrown away,
neatly folded clothing.
Mundane at first,
these are the quietly heroic things
which keep me sane.

Joy Nov 2018

Snow

Snowflakes
                                             daintily

                             floa t

     s    p    a    c        e       d         o     u   t

        in  the cold
                           bone - biting  air.
Little dots
            .       .       .       .       .       .
                        drifting     eerily
               to the steamy pavement.

Don't you wish you could melt?

I sure wish I would

#snowflakes