she was a flower in bloom
gracing the noon day sun
both golden, as one

a cardinal vision, to one
captivated by her sight
to spiral in vertigo and swoon

as beauty was singular in this
all indications would lead to a kiss
in endless harmony and bliss

forces beyond their control
possessed their love to unfold
in the fullness of life’s country road

stirred coffee and cream do swirl
as they danced to a yin and yang world
then one last kiss for his breathless girl


-cec

I wish that I
could fall in love
with a female,
for she would make
a far better muse than
the gruff sailors and musicians
and drunks and men
in general that I am
inclined to crave.

to write about
a painted pout or
skin that brushes against
your own like nylon,
sunlight shining through
the window onto a Cupid's bow
and dancing down to
a delicate clavicle, or
black eyelashes that bat
and blink remorse
into your cavernous heart,
to muse over such aesthetic
delights, would be
ecstasy for my poetess heart.

I linger, staring, at beautiful
women, androgynous women,
delicate, feline women,
stringing words
together in my head
over long legs and
hair that flutters like silk,
and they think I'm crazy
or in love with them.
well, maybe I am crazy,
but I crawl into bed each night
with my snarling, gleaming,
mahogany gentleman,
and I love him madly,
my rugged muse.

We grow wild
unattended
Our rage is our own
We learn to love like nettles
and pretend we're not alone.

One day. One day, I tell myself you could possibly love me.
Love me the way that I have always loved you.
I repeat the phrase over in my head,
Turning it over in my mind
Like a stone before its skipped across a lake.
But I don’t throw the stone,
I hold onto the idea of us.
As if it could be,
As if it was meant to be.
But it’s not.
You make explosions in my heart
You are the depth charges in my sea.
But I can’t make ripples on your lake
Maybe it’s because I am still holding onto that stone
But I am not brave enough to find out.

“There’s more fish in the sea”
a phase that gives me no comfort during lonely nights.
These fish mean nothing to me when I am Ahab
and I am looking for a whale

Unrequited love. Two words,
One of which I can not bear to speak
For even whispering that word will shatter my heart
and the illusion I have allowed myself to build
But you are more than just an illusion,
You aren’t limited to the confines of my mind
You have dreams and secrets that you tell only your lovers.
Pillow talk meant for ears that aren’t mine.
One day, maybe I can be your confidant

Lover take me home.
Turn off the lights,
Take off my clothes
and climb in my ribcage.
Kiss my tears away
and suffocate my pain with your body.
Turn off the lights.
Make me feel loved
While I pretend you are someone else.
While I pretend I am someone else.
Play music in the background
So I can fall asleep to something other than my own cries.
Turn off the lights.
Try to hold me together,
While I try to forget what’s tearing me apart.
Turn off the lights
So you can stop feigning interest
So you can climb on top of me
And forget my sweet sad disposition.
Turn off the lights.
Focus on my body, and not my mind,
Because you forgot why I was sad.
But you remember that I like to be bitten
Turn off the lights.
So I can’t see you when you leave,
And you can forget my face one second sooner.
Turn off my light.