mûre - Hello Poetry

mûre Apr 2014

I fell for a maelstrom of a man
an earthquake of a man
a tempest of a man

but his deepest terror is violence,
he exists only to be softly loved.

mûre Apr 2014

Apologies, with love from Iceland.

Six red roses fastened to my doorstep
wept half a dozen treaties
and begged to be kept.

I've never been sent roses before. I feel like a grown-up lady.

mûre Apr 2014

Oil and Water

I quarantined myself in a still pool
tranquil and floating, waiting for the ice
to finally freeze my turbid heart
into a more peaceful *****.

On the shore you saw me
or I saw you
and perhaps I was a lighthouse
or perhaps you were a lifeboat,
gliding from the banks
you poured yourself in like hot oil.

As you slipped over my arms, legs, torso, face,
you breathed into my ear a steady stream of prophecy and promise
-It's not right for a woman like you to be alone. You are built to give.

And so I felt your mouth seal over mine
and allowed you to inhale the starry swirls of life
I had been conserving for winter.

As you pulled me far deeper with you
we could not emulsify
but we became inseparable.

mûre Apr 2014

Time to call it a w(rap).

You're racing me to intimacy
erasing me implicitly ... solicit the specifics
but what creates your prosperity is taking away
from what makes me.

An exhibit, I try to push but still you limit
that word becomes a fence once a bed lies within it.

mûre Apr 2014

Cruelty of Nostalgia

There are moments I see you more clearly than ever

the taste of ginger on a Sunday couch, stretched out cat-like to watch our show.

And I laugh at all the moments I know you would laugh.

Unfair as the prettiest dream.

mûre Mar 2014

F Word.

Never disappear or inhibit
never ridicule
feelings are fuel
the ride is long but worth the mileage
the more fuel you have, the more people you can take with you,
the farther you can go, the more you will understand.
Your sadness, your loneliness, and your anger built your name, they made you move and brought you to me. Your joy, tenderness, humour, these are what build your body, these make you, these feelings will take you.
Take me too.

mûre Mar 2014

I can. I can't.

I can
like you ever
love you always
celebrate your strengths
adore your weaknesses
cherish your mind
respect your distance
accept your path
make you laugh
support your passions
watch you grow
be your friend

I can't
ever give back
the days and hours
you choose
to keep
p u s h i n g
me out of
your life.

Life is too short.