So Intelligent,
So charming.
       Tell me how you've turned out to be so perfect.
Did your mother raise you right?
       Or did you just grow into the amazing person you are.
I remember the first kiss we shared,
you left me wanting more,
begging for more.

To this day your lips are burned into my memory.
I long for your lips again my Lion King.

Oh sweetie, you're growing older and wiser by the days,
       I'm so proud of you.
I miss you, and to be honest, I need you.
I need your voice, I need your warm, caring hugs.
         Kiss me again Lion King,
One last time.

The death of a child
is not a solemn event
it's an event of crying
of shrieking
and weeping

Teenagers mourn for their lost friend
mothers stand and lay them to rest.
The unthinkable has happened
no words to describe
when a teenager dies
the world herself cries

Nothing to say
no words or prayer
nothing to hear this sad time around
her life will be celebrated
her death will be mourned
But still the hole lingers
where her bright life once shone

Among the living will her memories stay
her life of joy and inkblot in everyone's history.
She lived as one should
a child and a girl
carefree and loved
She roamed all the world.

And now she is dead.
And there are no words.
But teenagers crying,
And parents doing the worst.

He told me that in order to stop hurting him I would have to stop breathing.
Little did he know I had stopped. A long time ago.
And kissing him was like kissing the sun.
His mouth was the only ash I would let enter my lungs.
I hate the fact that I am drowning on land.

Mime me a river
Silver with salmon
Running forever
Clear, cold and free.

Mime me a mountain
High as Montana
Headwater's fountain
Top clad in snow.

Mime me a meadow
Lush green with lark
Holding clouds' shadows
Fast in her arms.

Mime me a time
When sweet sky was open
And slow moon could climb
Shine right through the breeze.

Mime me a river
Silver with salmon
Running forever
Clear, cold and free.

r ~ 5/28/14

Softness  
Trickles gently down bone
Deep ache of touch on quivering leg
His hand shivers down my spine
Softly landing like a bluebird
On my twisted hip.
Warm palm stretches
From navel to rib
Pulls me out from inside.
Nose pressed into my shoulder-neck
Taste of breath on collarbone
Fingertips linger
Sweetly feeling the softness of knees
Eyes drizzle honey-love on me
I wallow in his sunshine-warmth.

I trembled zipping her,
Cascades of hair— rosewater,
Poured into a dress.

.
Not fair— her dear swishing body,
The cling of shearing Indian cotton,
Cool nights of wine pouring shoddy,
Broken truths, laid to rest, forgotten.