a woman once drowned from lonesome fear:
the kind of sickness
you cannot hear.

she toiled with the time she'd lost
willing to take the brunt
of their cost.

the last word that parted from her lips
was "the fire burned my heart alive,
a pain that I cannot survive."

and the tiller came to take her away.

when the tiller comes to grasp your hand
what will he take from you?
what will he demand?

there is no value to devotion
if you're the only one
swimming in the ocean

so whatever sets your chest aflame
there is no fire
you cannot tame

Sometimes I feel like I'll die on this page
My penmanship falters, my life in the ash tray.
My soul coiled in to paper and ink,
Where I sat and I thought, where I sit and I think.'

Today was one of those days that started in a torrential downpour of hardship and discernment which scattered my mind whole with confusion and resentment.  As I woke, a hole began to form in my chest.  One that would surely be the death of reason and the atonement for hours spent in silence, letting my throat fill with the blood of my unspoken words.

I am your poet --
I write your name on my heart
and our memories on my pages.

I write about my doubts,
my maybe's, what if's
and whereabouts
of you; and only you.

I write about my mistakes and yours --
our past, present, supposed future;
and how I love you the most.

I write about our debates --
the shouting and crying like
a wildfire sprawled across the bed.

I write about our first date --
when we dress up so nicely
and danced all night.

I write about our first kiss --
the push and pull of our lips;
and the warmth of our breathing.

I write about the way we talk --
the sweetest and most painful sound
uttered against the wind by the heart.

I write about your heartbeat --
the way it speaks to me,
and how it says my name joyfully.

I write about your face, your body,
the sound, noise, and joy;
and how we make love endlessly.

I am your poet --
I write about our unending love
that ends on my pages.

“I think I shall dig a hole and when it gets deep enough I will lay down and die as every other dog I’ve known has done.”