She would fold. Knees to chest. Flesh folding onto flesh. Arms acting as a lasso. Atomic binder. A hand mirror framed in gold. A spitting image of charcoal censored with bleach. Her eyes, unlatched vaults. Pitchers, carved from ancient rock, poured and surged. Tsunami compacted into glass. Pressurized by the weight of the atmosphere, turned to diamonds in the pit of the lake
The drum of the meadow hushes to a humm Birds with tiny, fast hearts that pump in their tiny bodies Are notable contributors to the symphony of springtime pollinators and lovers The sound of wind escapes the battering of Sharp wings The fruity smell of labor Emanating from their feathered vessels They sap from the delphiniums with deliberation and conclusivity, Longingly belonging to the flesh of the flower.
I am beautiful I am an angel I am a devil I am my own pitfall I am checkered tile floors Tissues in a bin I am a flower pushing through the dirt A gust of wind surrendering to sin I am red bruised knees I am sunlight leaking through holes in leaves I am betwixt and between Honey sweet Yet terribly mean
We are cyclic beings Living under our cyclic mother We howl to her and she turns red Our cheeks and finger tips blush Like a cherry Like blood Like a fire with a heart We become her We bleed, we ovulate, we phase In an infinity loop (Mirror images, round, fertile energies) Becoming and unbecoming
We kissed the sun into the ocean The gold rays painted your cheeks like shiny tears The shadows of clouds passed across your shoulder blades which looked as if they were carved from marble
We kissed under a crescent moon Two waves rolling into each other We enveloped each other and each breath became a gust of wind propelling us deeper
We kissed in my car and then in the park We kissed under the stars until they became shy and dispersed Your eyes were bright against the dark-- like amber, they were on fire, in love
We kissed until our lips were raw You said "I'll see you again tomorrow, When the sky shifts from pink to black (a peach gone rotten) And your lips turn red like an apple from the cold"
There is something abrupt about this union Like the slam of a door at midnight Or the hush of the snow (whilst it packs us in so aggressively) Yet it is so suddenly beautiful like ice crackling on a windshield as we blast the heater Or rub our hands together until they are sweaty
I wish I wouldn't idealize you like this Anyways, Here is some poetry to disguise the fear (the cold air that pinches my spine) Let's keep kissing, boiling noodles to share, and not thinking.
Is the unspoken love like wind? What adhesive could make your breath stick to my neck?
I know we are rolling through this like two inconsequential boulders, but baby, I don't want to crash into anyone else.
You gave me a hickey on my *** and after pushing my hair out of my eyes, Tucking it so tenderly and neatly behind my ears "We are just friends" echoed from your lips-- akin to the repetition of screaming into a long tunnel.
Today my throat is chalky, like a pale moon on a dry and cold night. Every line I draw ends up connecting my chest to yours.
Slide a note under my door with a drawing of hills that never stop rolling If you decide You want me like the mushroom wants rain, Like the honey bee wants to serve its queen.
You bet your *** I just watched my favorite romance movie! Also, pain makes good poetry.
There are specks of light in my coffee. The basket by the front door is filled with empty and Ripped envelopes.
As you left for work I rushed to give you Your briefcase Your lunch My body--So you wouldn't forget the warmth you generate in me-- So you wouldn't go searching for another fireplace to rest by.
Baby, there will be tea and cookies when you come back. I'll be here, Thick mascara and blood lipstick, To welcome you inside me.
Whatever it takes to get you high-- Drugs and sugar, Swimming in my tears, pools of love.
When you left and took your work, Neatly tucked away in slender, leather pockets, You didn't lock my eyes like you used to do. I squeezed so tight to that image of you that A pearl was born from my palm out of anguish.
Lets talk about nothing, Please. You are the silence that fills the gap between my thighs. I'll keep emptying my gut to make space for you until you tell me stop.
Forest green beanie and mustard beanie We match the autumn leaves Arms crossed, backs slouched We match the yellow paint that follows the road as it weaves Long day walking, sipping creamy coffee and talking Framed by bricks sunlight sidewalks And vintage Knick-knacks The cold air pinches our cheeks A season for friendship Warm and fulfilled Like our bellies full of hot soup!
Encompassed by oak and pine A heron nestles in a valley of red She cranks her neck to peer through a diamond frame The image of the valley below is a kaleidoscope of autumn; Murky waters, Dry grass, A still mountain with snow sliding down its shoulders. Squirrels with cheeks stuffed full of nuts scurry in a frenzy The sky is a cold heavy Ice and bricks The people are wrapped in fishnets and wool scarves Candles are lit for the death of long days Night hugs us tightly with warm hands The moon She hums and howls The trees rumble in the night You are awakened by a crackle and thump The pine and oaks have lost limbs to the seasonal wind Goodnight, Bears of summertime.
At night you fall to your knees You beg for my worn out and stained forgiveness
You smother me with kisses and a spider suspends her body above my head Black and long and attentive
A pen punctures a hole in my bag and ink bleeds all over my quilt and carpet Blotches of dark blue distract me from the heat escaping your mouth You whisper I love you as if trying to convince yourself that you do
The sky is foggy and the full moon lingers like a ghost She is full and radiant and all-knowing
The spider and the moon humm me to sleep You grasp desperately for me I turn to dust
It’s at night when I rub the forgiveness out of my tear ducts No more sacrifices
New love Full moon The night fades white I rest under a fig tree The fruit falls ripe, bangs against my knee I love you, Do you love me? I tuck my shirt into my jeans Fall falls shedding autumn leaves The full moon fertility The newness of all there is to see New lovers, new friends, new corners that bend and bend Sprouts bursting out of cracks in concrete I’ll wait for you at the end of class Wait until our eyes meet Tender figs gush like jam Juice d r i p p i n g sweet
Like the moon I am ever shifting between light and dark When the sky is black I look for a flicker, a spark I find beneath the layers of my chest A pumping heart They say that to be in love is to find simplicity To be in love is multifaceted To be in love is agony To be in love is the blackest night To be in love is a flamboyant sky at dusk To be in love is to be challenged To be in love is beautiful and heartbreaking and breathtaking and so **** fluid I ride these tides one more time I ride until the moon reels me back to the mountains Where I can fold back into the earth My spine a cliff My lips a steep ravine You can find me at the edge of a plateau I’ll be in the bay Worshiping the moon Woman in the raw Cat of the night
i don’t know who I am right now but I will know as soon as the moon shifts to reveal a new way of being
I am broken-hearted Torn from these pages I’ve loved you so long It’s been many ages The ***** coffee press in my room Where are you? Gone so soon. My bed specked with lint Cheeks are imprinted By rivers of tears I hold you dear. I’ll hold you, my dear. Come back to my chest When you need to rest The story doesn’t end It just becomes depressed Like a still swan on a lake I pray to find clarity When you and I wake Call to me, love Send your message by a dove Thoughts of ink mix with water on paper I want to scream out: “Talk to me now, Not later.”
I'm worn to a nub -- From harbouring feelings beneath this doc. I drown in the high tide -- When the waves tuck in the sand And sing starry lullabies. I weep emptily -- A dehydrated wallow -- When the sea goes off to work in the early morning. The same seaweed and tide pool soup for breakfast. When will the moon return to its home Within my rib cage?