Little breeze came
twirling
dancing her way
dainty, gracefully

Little breeze came
with soft petals
fluttering

Little breeze came
and I
fall
gently, slowly
and then
all at once

He was the whiskey
In the relationship
Rough neck
Country
Cowboy
She was the wine
Elegant
Glamorous
Upscale life

A relationship grew
Between those two
That created a brew
That was the best
Of both lives

He was the whiskey
She was the wine
Together they built a love
To last for all time

I thought

we’ve been    through it all

but you            threw it all

 away.

-

nothing is left
                             now but
  
my broken pieces

I sit across
From this beautiful woman
Reaching into her mind
For what her *** already owns

And I think
Stop thinking
so hard

Just be
The Beast
You are

Why
To a lion
Does it always seem

To be enough
To be

And to us
Beast Masters
    all
To not?

We cannot write silence.
The beats.
The pause.
The breath.
The way it aches
and persists

and begs that,

if only for a moment,

our consciousness is only a whisper.
our bodies,
our lips,
the air that passes through falling chests
and stillness.

A melody of emotion.
Sleeping in the quiet of a heartbeat skipped
a word lost to the wind.

The wickedness of reticence
Encapsulated in air and time.

The moment stretched too long.
Hesitation perpetuated in the grip of fingernails
pressed into palms.

We cannot write silence,
but we can try.

to find a way to immortalize emotion
to create space
in the ceaseless drone of words that speak and spin.

I cannot write silence. But I can write
tears and years
and the burn of long-stretched lies.

I can write goodbyes and hellos
And dozen ways to say
I love to hate you
Or
I hate to love you
and sometimes
I cannot tell the difference.
Silence.
The space I have upheld for myself.

I love to hate you
Heart.

I hate to love you too.

I cannot write silence.
But I know it.
and I have held it in my hand.

Feelings of warmth
Fade away

As I start descending back
Into reality.

The past few days were pure bliss
Love and happiness all bundled
In one huge wrapped gift.

The feelings are mutual
With everyone invited.

Festivities of light
End abruptly

With darkness
Looming behind us.

Waiting to strike at any moment.