Tug

There is a
little string tied
to my heart.

No. Wait.  I think
it was stitched into my heart-
so I feel that-

when you pull
that string-
you pull my strings and
******* that hurts

So stop, please,  
stop tugging at my heart,
strings,
threads.  

Stop tugging and tearing
at the very fabric of my being.

Hey.

Who made you tailor?
Who made you
The seamstress of my heart?

Raptor

Soaring and circling above me in the
mid-afternoon.
Tail feathers
lit by the sun
I doubt he sees me sitting here
admiring his grace
during the hunt
But I do and somehow
I think he feels me too.

On your mouth
Your cheek
Your neck
Eyelid
Kiss.

I’m kissing all of the gentle parts of you
Kiss

I’m touching you so gently
In the way that I know how
Kiss.

This is me
Loving you.

Trouble

Trouble
always seems to find me

Trouble
always seems to  blind me

And the Truth
Always defies me
Denies me

Even now.

Whirlwind

There is a whirlwind
inside of my head-
all these things just whip around.

These errant, aberrant thoughts-
they just stir everything up-
the dirt, the dust, the rotten leaves of my mind.

My mind is leaving me and

I Can't stop this.

This wicked, unwieldy, whirlwind
this sinking feeling

That I've been
Swept away, away, away.

Like two lips,
pursed together,
but in a smile.

The petals are smooth -
coloured in silky shades
of red or pink
or perhaps a
vibrant cerise.

He buys me these flowers
every anniversary
to remind me

of his deep
and enduring love.

Shuttering

The curtains are closing
in my mind
Shuttering.

The performance
has ended and so spectacularly
It was quite a show
Explosions and
fireworks and such
Such
A mess
Am I
I am, I am.