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 Feb 2016 Calista Holden
ryan
The feelings you convey with the
Sharpness of your gaze

Are as startling as glass shattering on pavement;
As soft as trees shedding on the sidewalk.

A kiss of the eyes,
A stab of the lips.
Find the Beauty tucked
     Away in Fear. Hold it close,
For Hope may be near.
 Feb 2016 Calista Holden
katie
I wonder if God
    sees our numbered
breaths, how many
     have been & how
many are left,
millions of digits
    shifting above
our heads;
the old woman
 on the park bench
        with just 500 left. 
The jogger with 100
   between now &
        tonight when he
will exhale
     for a final time.
I should scale mountains,
         stare at the sun
  make my amount
  count, every last one.
I felt safe with you
It could have been so simple
I have some regrets

It had been a while
And our friends encouraged us
then we never spoke

in the tub I thought
of drowning but came to you
to ****‘n’ forget

I loved who you were
Past tense but also present
Like, genuinely

Sorry I felt zilch,
You met me at a bad time
And in a bad place
Benedict smith's poem (a haiku for every girl i've slept with) inspired me to do this one
 Feb 2016 Calista Holden
Diamond
E
 Feb 2016 Calista Holden
Diamond
E
here we are
chest to chest
wandering slowly out of the untold world of
immeasurable addiction
he's done it again

heavy breathing, messy hair and sweat beads formed on the top of your brow
reveal our very true tale
of The Dance with Two Backs

you lay in absolute silence
so peacefully and elegantly
that
I feel urged follow in your lead
I can't help but begin to admire every crevice and beauty mark
painted across your skin
taking in the moment

your fingers are now interlocked with mine
your eyes are closed and your naked body revealed
I see you clearer than I ever have before
and I am unsure if what I see is even my reality
our reality
it is just too good to be true

why is it that when he gets his satisfaction
he still will not stop until my body shakes with joy
why is it that even after we finish
kissing and caressing each other until day break
he takes a second to grab a hold of my face
to ask if I am okay
really okay

he does not scurry off or make haste to leave my presence
instead
he holds onto my hand
and falls into the deepest sleep
ensuring that our body heats combine into one effortless force of happiness
and while our high is coming down
the love we share continues to rise
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