Sometimes
I decide to fly
I can get too high-
I will admit the truth-
But if you’re there
Or I think you are
Or I imagine you
It’s like I can feel your body-
Your energy-
The aura of You wandering in like mist
The warmth of your arms
The cold in your hands-
Wrapped around my waist-
You intersect the reality of the ground
And you ascend with me to the sky
Floating about on clouds of sensitive skin and bad balance
It’s best when I’m so far up I can decipher nothing beyond my own desire
I breath
You sing
I whisper
You seem to kiss me back-
******* darling-
You are forever sweet in my mouth
A lover on whom I love to wait
And the intoxication I refuse to break
It’s a sinful heaven
Being too high
And thinking of you

I would buy anything you asked
But what makes you smile most easily
Is as simple as flowers

So I will find you all the lilies I can buy, barter, steal, and gather -
Because I know they’re your favorite

May they make your room brighter
And give your face color when it is deprived of happiness

May they cover you in their perfume-
My perfume
Because
I want you to think of me

Think of me and lilies alike
Intertwine our names and smell and beauty

For I am the gifts I give-
I am the flowers
And you are all my meadows

He doesn’t kiss me the way he used to
Which is understandable
He is in pain, and so was I
But I want it back
That way he kisses me
It made my whole body melt
I could taste it for hours after-
The soft glow-
Even as I drifted to sleep
Those nights felt like eternity
The ghost of his mouth full of butterflies in my loneliness memory
...
I’ll write this
In hopes
He’ll forgive me

I wrote a poem a year ago
It didn’t make much sense
All that could be explained
Was the overwhelming feeling of love

I thought I might get better
At putting my thoughts on paper
But it appears
I am no more apt than before

His very essence
Has worn through my words
It has made a mess of my usual writing
He has torn through the world in my mind
Leaving only the warmth of sunshine
And an overwhelming feeling of love

Even today
I cannot write well
But all that matters
Is that he understands
My overwhelming feeling of love
For him

marred by convention
wearing tradition like a blinding bandage
it slings itself across my eyes
justice is blind
but not
in this way,
not in the binding way.
i never imagined I wore tradition on my forehead
i never imagined I had convention choking out my mind
the lack of oxygen to the brain...
i still desire to change.

Please
Teach me how to become something more
To love and to care
Without any judgement
Teach me how to untie the blindfold
And make my eyes healed to see...
I still desire to change.

the question now:
how can I?

fatal attraction and ethereal attachment
there's too many changes-
in you and me-
we have been pushed together like magnets
but
perhaps our energy is one that repels
And we have been forcing ourselves together
In opposition to the healthy charges of our attractions
perhaps we are not a positive charge
but two negatives

Honey, dripping off your tongue-
In all but a literal fashion-
Seduction and degradation
Sweetest tone and darkest words
Darling,
Tell me your tune,
So I might have words like a knife to your throat,
Our bodies matching the same frequency on the radio and our voices intertwined in pitch like a harmony
Wet honey dripping-
In all but a literal fashion-
Your mouth following my curves
Tell me the path and I will find my way across every landscape of that back
Com(b)ing over each inch
Caressing you with my fingers,
Maybe my nails too deep in your skin,
Ever so clearly,
The marks I have made,
Honey, honey-
Honey you are dripping-
Even in the literal sense.
let me teach you how to kneel
And tell me all the ways we might together mend our wounds and heal
Or reopen them all in a fit of passion
And make more memories carved into time and orga(ni)sm