A splash of black.
A hint of blue.
A smack here.
A lump, too.

Stuttering tongue,
bleeding lip.
A tear drops.
Get a grip.

One word
was all I said.
Stomp on toes
to get ahead.

"Goodbye"
was all you need
to hit and
make me bleed.

Outer scars may
show the fight,

but inner pain
is black as night.

I saw that book
you left on our desk.
My desk.
I could not open it.
Not even look.

I found those photos
we kept in our closet.
My closet.
I tore them apart.
Your head to your toes.

That letter you wrote me
in red marker that
bled from our tears.
My tears.
It's gone now.
Waste of a tree.

You signed it "Forever Yours"
It was not ours.
You were mine.
So I thought.  
No drop of water shall
ever touch these lonesome shores.

The sun kisses the mountains
from its peaks down to its toes.
Awaking in the morning,
it sets the skies aglow.
Many stars may dot the sky
but I know only one.
The one that shows the way
the lighting of the sun.
You guide my path
and teach me to grow
Stretching towards you
against the blue,
I suddenly start to know.
You are my mother
the sun in my sky
so bright against the blue.
You I will love
forever and ever
it will always be true.

I have noticed
each day
the ink splatters
staining my fingers.

They leave marks
in such a way
that kiss the paper
and probe the heart.

A stain whose blue
creates a deeper shade
for words to hide
a silent voice.

I long for my ink
to begin to stain yours.

You see the dots
and think of me.
You wash yet they stay
so you think of me.

The stains of my pen
have left you blue.
So you think of me,
and I'll think of you.

How can someone
so soft
prickle me
until I pop
like a balloon?
That final breath
leaving me
             Empty.

I swim in the spring
of crystal and blue.
Deeper and deeper,
I'm drowning in you.
Searching and searching,
I reach for your hand.
But you watch me
from the safety of land.

The feeling of flesh
Skin against skin
Your breath
sends a tickle
up my spine
creating bumps
that are rough

The feeling of flesh
Skin against skin
That touch
that makes my palms sweat
and heart race
Slick and smooth
and hot all over.

The feeling of flesh
Skin against skin.
Soft and raw
at the same time
The barrier between
It’s funny how my skin
feels the same as yours