Sep 2019
A cushion of blackness falls
Down and forward
Caressing with a quality need, free
Your lips pink with the
Creases and juice
Of little big
Crystal muddy me.
I imagine it musta hurt
When you got that ink penned down into
Your wounds
I kiss them away
Even though I turn through a series
Of colorful flashes
Like I might
Like we're both
Here.
It is warm
In our blow torches
In the hearts we open like
Insects longing for a bittersweet
Cat calling, whistle gleaming
Desire for love and to be
Sincerely cared for.
You tolerate my antics
With a present open eyed face
And I wipe away the sensation
Of an unknown wetness I live and deny.
I haven't been able to write words in a while
I blame it on moving forward through pain.
And a quiet fear
Of where this relic will go or
I stop myself from finishing that sentence.
You draw up on palettes around me
With a vivid pastel blue and pink
Arming me with the perfect kind of knife
You give me words I can cradle
The words I've needed for such a
Long time
Since the time I heard the jingle jangle
Of closing doors, of closing wounds.
I don't feel like I need to write to you
In the way I have men before
You see, I'd pull out
My ammo of prism words
My gun of "see me, see me"
Don't shoot
Don't shoot
Read my words
And I hope this growing woman I've been
Becoming can find refuge
In the word as a shelter
Not just a sacrificial lamb.
I think that you are beautiful
With your chosen collections
Your acute sense of style
And the way you have become who
I believe you want to be
Even through darkness you acknowledge
With the subtle wave of your eyes
And sweet soft hands.
I hope
To be more than just a cinematic character for you
But to be truly someone.
And I can't quite finish that thought right now either
Because I don't know where any roads will lead
My fairy tales tend to trail off.
You are a jet black feeling
I lay down for in the gentlest way
Though I protest for roughness
You meet the green greed of my eyes
With a steadfast
Present and open
Hearted feeling.
And thats just what I need
Thats just what I want.
Down and forward
Caressing with a quality need, free
Your lips pink with the
Creases and juice
Of little big
Crystal muddy me.
I imagine it musta hurt
When you got that ink penned down into
Your wounds
I kiss them away
Even though I turn through a series
Of colorful flashes
Like I might
Like we're both
Here.
It is warm
In our blow torches
In the hearts we open like
Insects longing for a bittersweet
Cat calling, whistle gleaming
Desire for love and to be
Sincerely cared for.
You tolerate my antics
With a present open eyed face
And I wipe away the sensation
Of an unknown wetness I live and deny.
I haven't been able to write words in a while
I blame it on moving forward through pain.
And a quiet fear
Of where this relic will go or
I stop myself from finishing that sentence.
You draw up on palettes around me
With a vivid pastel blue and pink
Arming me with the perfect kind of knife
You give me words I can cradle
The words I've needed for such a
Long time
Since the time I heard the jingle jangle
Of closing doors, of closing wounds.
I don't feel like I need to write to you
In the way I have men before
You see, I'd pull out
My ammo of prism words
My gun of "see me, see me"
Don't shoot
Don't shoot
Read my words
And I hope this growing woman I've been
Becoming can find refuge
In the word as a shelter
Not just a sacrificial lamb.
I think that you are beautiful
With your chosen collections
Your acute sense of style
And the way you have become who
I believe you want to be
Even through darkness you acknowledge
With the subtle wave of your eyes
And sweet soft hands.
I hope
To be more than just a cinematic character for you
But to be truly someone.
And I can't quite finish that thought right now either
Because I don't know where any roads will lead
My fairy tales tend to trail off.
You are a jet black feeling
I lay down for in the gentlest way
Though I protest for roughness
You meet the green greed of my eyes
With a steadfast
Present and open
Hearted feeling.
And thats just what I need
Thats just what I want.
