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Sep 2015
We **** like adults
We love like adults
But we hide underneath our child-like skin
Underneath a mountain of sheets
Words we try not to repeat
But keep me in the palm of your hand
As you take pictures of my blue painted toes
A flame bursting and caressing
Within me.

Internal space has got some shape
Dark thoughts I try to replace them
Piano sounds swirling, identify this or that
Movie cameras blink, blink
Snap me back into being grateful
For my luck, my surroundings.
Maybe its the holes in the dirt
Outside the view of my window
Or how when I want total control
I imagine hurling myself in front of a car
Or cleaning knives
Like just how I have picked them up throughout all my life
But life as a Ukrainian doctor told me:
"Life is beautiful."

Cathartic, out of body experience
I can't control what I say when I ******
Wail your name with whimpers
Every time you leave my arms
I worry when I will see you again.
I don't know what that is
I don't know what that means
But you tell me and tell me,
You are in this for the long haul.

I dreamed of betrayal and a lost soul last night
Your warm compact body next to me
I don't think you will ever really understand
Me, and all my complexities
But I see you leaping over the highest mountains
Never ending roof tops
That splinter and break
Underneath your perfect made
For grace,
Feet
If it meant, you would get to my embrace.

Your past coos out icy cold fingers from time to time
As mine rolls in hurricanes and thunderous ocean waves
I accept and try to forget
All the fear of the deep south.

Late hours, ticking clocks
Words I don't know what I will speak just yet
But I want to be the glamorous woman next to you
Full of power and freedom
As you, your tattooed longing lips
Reminding me to breathe
Keeping me sane

You are my fire dancer
Within my licking flames.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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