Body near compulsion
I'm pulling and grasping
Trying to breathe while breathless
Our bodies merge
They try to understand
Smashing together with
No connection
It makes so little difference
Because I'm still pulling and pleading
Wanting and waiting
First timer my friend
Yet so well practiced
So knowledgeable of what's right
I wanted and received
I achieved my goal
your in my clutches
my body is yours just as your body
is mine
I'll show you the ropes
but babe it seems lke
you know the whole obstacle course.

Silence between us
Haven't talked in too many days
Nothing is normal

Crush the painted pestle stained
of berries, purple, black
Liquid crimson geranium blood
red the paper sack
Gathering colors, lushly green
go shades of tan the water weeds
mixed upon a stone
Woodsy calls, her depths of fall
lone a painter's
home

Mind hijacked,
body stolen
by your touch on my hips,
on my lips,
bruised and swollen.
Searching for secrets
in the swell of my thigh
on these twisted damp sheets
in this room where we lie.

Your screams always cut the deepest.
Like a hand scolded under the hottest of water.
Cold to the touch as it tricks the nerve into believing--
A sheep in the wolfs clothing as it drifts into searing.
The watery message relays the misery.
The detail all there lain before my eyes.
My skin battered and marred--
Torn asunder with merely your voice.
Thick with rage, smoldering with pride.

Words intended to be used as a weapon, will always wound the feeble.

Drops - reddish rain on skins
slid dripping, pooled the leaves curled
Steps on stems break, gold the dawn awakes
windy wrecks of nests unhinge
needles, twine thru twigs

Ladders leaned
steps for splintered fingers
Blossomy buds plucked thru rungs
gone the breezy days we sung

Apple worms burrow
dig the beaking birds
Bees have flown homeward

In September's slanted sun
we gather sweetest reds
Crisp the air drifts,
through branches overhead

Ads for Christmas specials
Litter magazines and such
Oooh another Christmas Carol
Tiny Tim has a new crutch

A Christmas Story musical
The Rockettes on TV
I'd rather watch old re-runs
Of Andy Williams 'neath the tree

The stores are stocked, the lights are bright
There's tinsel everywhere
There's Romney and Obama Christmas tags
I mean is this really fair?

There's Kingdom of Thrones nativities
And guess who plays the baby
There' s something wrong inherently
When you stop to buy it...maybe.

Christmas got away from us
It's more commercial than I've seen
There's more crap on the shelves these days
Than there is at Hallowee'n

It's only just September
and I'm already done in
by my Christmas Season overload
I can't believe the state I'm in

What happened to Goodwill to Men
And Seasons Greetings at the mall
They've been replaced by anger
And gift cards that are given out by all

This year I have decided
to change how I celebrate this silly thing
I'm going home to bed right now
And I will Hibernate till spring !!!

I fell deep
the steel - cold blue well
of unwitting wishes
sun silhouetted, blinding me
picnic blanket lazy days
wet petals, soft your kisses
deep the lake, some dive drowning in
or breathe their way back
home again

Grey
the darkness
deepened