Her love
You know the sort
That makes you lay your head against the hardwood floor
Questioning yourself
Or no one in particular
Where did she come from?
Do you remember eagerly awaiting an answer
From beneath the crevices pushing against your jaw line
As the silence gnawed on your bones
Because I bet when she touched her fingertips to yours
Both of your souls response insinuated a path of many colors
Did her laughter warm your frost bitten lungs?
While her stare burnt bright behind your irises?
She probably tenderly confided in you a thousand silent words
Day after day
Until the depths of her beauty lit that fire inside
Igniting it with a smile that threw your heart into the wind
Every time
She was that commercial love , Right?
Misty meadows and crashing waves with summer salt
She was that drown in her kiss and leave you gasping for air, love
That lay your head on the hardwood and wonder where it all went love
Am I right?

Squeamish much?

Did he really think he could call my bluff?

By the way his shoulders fold out to hide his face I assume he sought

Now he's cleaning his mess from the floor, shattered like red rubies

Because he was referring to God but only saw himself in my shades as he accused me

And morality falters with every exhale he can muster

The thought of ripping his spine out, God knows would satisfy my interest in watching him suffer

He stood before me and spat how I was a waste of a woman

Because I prefer soft hands and collarbones, with love as passionate as a dressing room kiss

I said it's perpetually misunderstood in all of its bliss, my preference doesn't hold you liable

Neither, your ignorance

Something about the power invested in the moan of a woman, the throb in my heart causes my blood to flow hotter and brighter

He said its blasphemy, frowned upon in the Bible

So I took his girlfriend for a joyride and taught her how to really smile

She surrenders to the whispers naively portrayed through my stare

How easy it is to awaken her neglected smile

With every ounce of hunger diminishing from our tangled limbs

She's witnessed many variations of taunted accusations

I know

My hearts frequented too many paths pitched in black , lacking flares that would illuminate any other insinuations

So I refuse to expose her to anymore heedless quarries

Instead

I'll embrace her rain and dance in our thunder and trust that she'll do the same

Waist deep I find myself submerged in snow.
The feeling cut off at the base of my knees,
It seems I've lost all control.
The cold burns my eyes and when I close them I see the faint outline of your profile.
It drowns out the roaring winds submerging my existence, this waltz I've chosen to reconcile.
Those watching over me know I've buried myself here,
And there's a gleam off in the distance letting me know that they're near.
Accompanied by a shrill echo of an introduction ,
As I fixate on this image behind my eyes.
Repercussion
A whisper near my shoulder says to "Let it be",
But the hum against the nape of my neck rhythms "Wait, there's something left to see".
While recollecting how the warmth of your breath feels against my lower spine,
I admit with tears freezing to my face, this has been my foregoing decline.
With every beat my heart slows as calm as a dying breeze
After that last crosswind , my final decision to set you free

For you
I’d just as soon sabotage this nest
Not really for you
You
    You
        You
Could never catch the strings falling now
That we’ve woven with every aching question left unanswered
The strings that have for so long entangled my heart and soul
[Trapping them]
My caged conscious craving flight
Like you and I
In
   this
      loss
          of
             gravity
I’m not sure what to do with all of this room now
Or with the taste your name leaves on my lips
Or how your smell is imbedded in the walls
You, you you
Simply I will utter
I am not for
YOU

Floating on my back in these waters
My company consists of a flicker of light glistening in my peripheral
Reminding me of where I am
Who I am
My arms open, neck exposed
                                                         Still reaching for meaning
Wave after wave, my body continues drifting
One wave…                                  pent up aggression
Two waves…                                         standards and repression
One wave…                                                        manifestation
My own rhythm of solace
But the thousands of miles of burden beneath
             Cannot reach me
And that flickering light…                                                reliability
There’s still a tinge of fear for the unknown hovering on my conscious
The world I know, is crashing all around me
These waves
circulating
all about me
But I will continue to let myself drift
Allowing direction to take its own          course