I'm here for the broken hearts
and the washed up souls
that were washed up with the tide of forgotten waves.
They come crashing in
and out
leaving the hearts on the shores.
I walk the bed of the beach
and pick up little hearts like sea shells
and put them away in a little glass jar
where they sit and wait to be held again one day.

not about the color of his eyes
The weight of his stare
pushed her back
pressing her will
against the sheets
her eyes
crushed close
an attempt to obliterate the heat

She wrote not about his lips
The way they pretended
to hold some shy secret
brushing temptation
pulling back
evoking her appetite
till she believed
starvation
would eat her alive

She wrote not about the battles  
repeated
with wet skin
fire
fingers clasped and
limbs entwined
Their warrior cries and
hushed urgings
the inevitability of
death
a quiet relief
that held only
until war
was incited once more

What she did write
the sadness
the annilhation of reason
that completely
devoured
her head
How unreasonably her ego
stood down
refusing to protect her
leaving her
banished
to the emotional
unable to talk herself out of his charms

I suppose this is the reason
she didn't want to write

From the moment of my exsistence
gravity bound me to low lands. Holding me firmly
under a sun with no mercy
to the thirsty earth.
I prayed to my Beloved for rain

From the miracle of our encounter
Love swept me above the drought Our bodies
collidng, tasting like thunder
ecstasy drenching the parched dirt
I pray to my Beloved to rain

I saw madness in his hands
shaped like a path straight to me
straight thru me
I pretended
I was shy
He thought he knew me

Fingers stained
primary colors
                               he'd told this story before
and bold strokes,
he painted his home

Across my skin
a wilderness
awakened
while my eyes
closed                  to heat with no sun
He whispered
thru the trees
Once Upon A Time
causing the leaves to rustle
and shake
making me
lose direction         I was lost
forget I was
civilized

Sense[s] turned savage
I moved against him
stealing his story
with friction
and cannibal drums
Quick breath
                        words without manners
devouring his pallet
till the colors ran together
wet and
undistinguished
He became lightening then
heavy pulses of
electric and heat
swallowed
I was thunder

Sorry that I found out
the price of freedom
is always leaving first.

Let me be the one to lift your spirits,
to tend to your injured ego.

Allow me to mend your bleeding heart.
to dry your salty tears.

I wish to be the one you find comfort from.
I want to cause you to forget the cruel past
and to forget old fears.

when your faith & confidence are strong,
when your smile and laughter are abundant,
when your eyes & spirit sparkle again,
when your happy and strong.

Will you fly away on your merry way?
Will you let me be the one?