Elioinai

Elioinai Dec 2019

You held my hand
laughed at the danger
you stretched across
I blushed
at the sight of you
doing this simply to please me

You haven’t seen me in years, but I still meet you in dreams

Elioinai Nov 2019

simple syrup for a hot coffee

Your soft, sweet, happy eyes
graced me
like a warm breeze barely whispering above
the butterfly garden of my heart

I sigh as they turn towards a breeze that cannot return

Elioinai Oct 2019

My signature statement: sigh

My moments of wakefulness at night
lead to deadening days
As my eyelids flutter open in the dark
so they slowly droop amidst sunlight
I lift my head from my pillow and remember the pain of a dream
as crisply as a fresh fried chip
Then I’m pulling my chin down in frustration afternoonly when I can’t remember my tasks inside a funk as muddy as chocolate pudding

Elioinai Oct 2019

a little lost or a little too found

I find myself
strangely silent
my chat box sits empty
I think of you and sigh
once I did so well
why do my fingers hang so limply now?
my heart cools
as if floating in a murky pond
and I don’t know if I’m too busy
I’m too content
or I’m too ambitious
to pursue again
Or if I don’t believe
I know how to find a heart at all

I never was very good at window shopping or enjoying walking malls

Elioinai Oct 2019

Your love is Fire and Water

I came to You
thirsting for Fire
desperate for my anxious thoughts to all be burned away
I stepped into a ring of giant pyres
searing coals dropped on my head
The flames licked my hair and journeyed down to my shoulders
down my arms and robe
They burst in sparks! A roar!
Heat echoed out in a thunderclap

But a different sound begins to dominate
as the angry one subsides
And it’s quiet trickling
a gentle rushing
sweet water pouring down my face
caressing all my red scars
whispers softly
“All is well and good”
“You are always safe here”

Elioinai Sep 2019

floating in broken flowers

I’ve seen my inner lady
dressed in long, flowing organzas
she’s standing on the edge of sea cliffs
or the middle of empty, rolling hills
while pastel clouds flow past her legs
and pain ripples her hair
I think my soul feels stuck
like legs locked in position
almost exposed in sheer fabrics
the touch of sorrow has softened to a breeze
but endlessly caresses my being
beauty brushes my fingertips
and wraps around my torso
but it’s like passing petals on the wind
nothing enters in deeper