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Rayven Rae Jul 2018
my kids sometimes ask me
about my life rule book
like i’m Gibbs
everything can be solved
by some witty yet insightful
quip
followed by a loving slap
upside the back of the head

my life rules
are more like a *****-slap
to the face
i don’t pull punches anymore
my fists don’t remember feathers
but force

needless to say
the version i share with my kids
is bubble-wrapped
by the desire to protect
so i spill saccharine-seasoned words
with only a bit of acid
because truth is still truth

this world is not a safe place for placating anymore
i won’t insult by even trying

rule #24:
boys will break your body
girls will break your heart

ro-sham-bo
paper covers rock
rock crushes scissors
scissors cut paper
some things just are
Rayven Rae Jul 2018
(7/29/18)

i owe you a poem
churning clouds
head back feet pushing
not able to wait
to feel nothing
but air and flames
beneath...

(7/30/18)

one day later i still owe you a poem
and you keep reminding me
with flashes of crimson and fire
feet pushing off flames mocking
their leaping tongues
the promise of searing pain
bright red berries high up
out of my reach
but i know your fingertips
have blessed them
giving them promise and permission

i hope one day
you will flash close enough to me
in all your brilliance
touch me the way
you have those berries
you are more scorching than any flames
from any source could ever be
the flames fear your heat
cower at your ascending

polar opposite
of how i feel
i crave your flames
complete consumption
the burning away
pain is just that
i need it bone deep
please forge my marrow
take away any softness that I have left hiding in me
it has been left in me to offer up to you
my choicest parts
complete submission is actually
complete control masked
at a mardi gras where we are the only two there
and beads are only
optional
Rayven Rae Jul 2018
chapter one;

“I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line...”

i was yours
the first time your fingers
burned lust
against my neck

lunch time lunch break
45 minutes stretched
to find the beats
within the beats

“Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine, I walk the line.”

you grabbed my hand
hurried feet across hot pavement
a sudden coolness
my back
brown sun kissed skin bare
against rigid metal
pressure
suffused with a smoldering
you ignited
in places i didn’t know
lighting matches in me
just to swallow up the flames

“You've got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can't hide
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide
Because you're mine, I walk the line.”

your hands
(how i came to love
the way just the anticipation
of their pressure
the sight of
fingertips dancing across a countertop
would make me wet)
slid slow almost slick parallel against my chest
crept slowly
upwards delicious slow race
breathing becomes optional
then forgotten
your fingertips are magnets
push back expose sweet surrender
salt kissed sugar spice
all spice

“I am not ashamed anymore
I want something so impure
You better impress now, watching my dress now fall to the floor
Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin
Begging you to take me
Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing, but she play to win, heaven gonna hate me.”

they say opposites attract
north seeks south
that is normal

this is not normal

we are heat seeking missiles
homing in one on the other
burning beyond brightness
when love sometimes feels like a fist around your throat
you command me to open my eyes
to look at you
into you
your eyes stay blazing
i am blind i can’t blink
i have never seen
more clearly
we are all stardust
mysteries inferno
your mouth tastes
i want to be the ashes in your mouth
you build my church of scars
you give me permission to be
you give me permission to
you give me permission
you give me
you give
you

fingers meeting my throat
for the first time
feels like home
our stardust becomes shrapnel
shrapnel draws first blood
i taste it on your lips
iron salt desire ***
my teeth your lust
your eyes smolder grey
so much heat
all hardness and promise
permission granted before
the question is even asked
your eyes
my eyes
close
first

round one
you win.
**This poem is a work-in-progress as it is one of many active books my life is writing for me right now.  This is just chapter one.  I would love feedback, suggestions, criticisms, etc.  You don't have to be gentle....I don't break easy.  If you're anything be honest...

**The song references that are in quotations are lines borrowed from Johnny Cash's "I Walk The Line" and Halsey's "Not Afraid Anymore".
Rayven Rae Jul 2018
i wear your betrayal
like a cloak.
invisible.  shrouded.
dark weight
settled on my shoulders

my heart once whispered your name with every beat
a “lub” for you
a “bump” for me

lub bump lub bump lubbump lubump...

now, no more.

my insides struggle
to adjust
to this new flow,
rhythm,
beats missed;  chaos.

where once everything made sense

your absence
has torn through me,
shredding delicate tissues
cutting marrow deep

i carried you within me
in ways you never knew.
tending to grace,
this garden,
alive;  filled with future.

and we were spring

promises made,
fragile roots searching for placement,
seeking sustenance; home.

i would have pillowed your head
on beds of calla lillies.
covered you in the velvet
of rose petals
sprinkled with sunflowers
so you would only see
beautiful things.

i would have held up to you
crystal lakes;
freckled, pebbled bottoms,
your reflection mirrored back
in beauty
so you could see
yourself
through my eyes.

i would have carried you
when your wings
grew weary.
tore feathers from my shoulder blades,
time and again,
so you could rise up
impervious to the ashes
at your feet.
a phoenix, ascending.

i would have stood beside you; always
gave you my words
when your voice grew silent.
opened myself up;
carrying you deep with me.

i would have given you my ribcage
splayed open,
to wear as armor.
settled you deep within;  protected
by the staccato tattoo
of my heart.

i would have been your fortress
fortified by my love,
a safe place
where you could lay down
all your burdens
at my feet
and step,
unabated,
into the sanctuary
my arms would have given you.

i would have written you
a love poem; endless
touching all the softest places
within you.

i would have used every finger.

i could go on forever,
this list of
“i would have’s’...
now chokes me up,
lumped deep in my throat.

my breath struggles against
its mass;
caved in, shoved down.
my words like butterflies
soft beating of frantic wings.

these wings will **** me
i know
Rayven Rae Jul 2018
i’ve come to realize
that i can’t look myself in the face anymore
not just square but sideways and octagonally
and every other way there is
i can’t make myself do it
i think it’s my eyes
it’s always the eyes
at least that’s what they say
my eyes scare me
what glitters just below the surface
not a sweet glitter
or shimmer
someone’s version of what girls should be
but something sharp
jagged and warning isn’t a strong enough word
for what my eyes would say to me
if i was able to meet them
so i don’t because i can’t stand to shatter right now
i don’t have a heart
or so i’ve been told but that heart
that isn’t there is still breaking
not breaking for you or you or you
because for you implies promise
it hints at a beauty in the brokenness
something that can be gathered together
nothing a little duct tape super glue
and another man
can’t fix and mold
make their own but i’m too sharp even for them
i realize that i leave a wake of simple hearts in pieces
when i leave
my rearview mirror is always crowded with their ghosts
and i’m always leaving
even when my body hasn’t moved
i don’t want vanilla
or picket fences or 401k’s
some people wear their hearts on their sleeves
or keep them in their back pockets
somewhere they think it’s safe but still handy
easy to pull out and present
but i don’t want your heart
i eat ventricles for sport these days
instead
i keep my brokenness secret
you can’t shatter if you don’t have a heart
but make sure to avert your eyes
from my left boot strap
because you’ll see the beat and you’ll taste vanilla
right before my left boot
drops you to your knees
leaves you in a brokenness
that is broken for you
and you and you and you
don’t worry darlin’
it’s only temporary soon another
will come along to gather your
broken for you
super glue duct tape
make mold and strapped
but your jagged scar left by my carelessness
will never quite heal
you may even call it proud flesh
for a while
but when does proud flesh tire of its pride
and when it does
you’ll still taste vanilla
and i’ll still taste ventricles
so i avert my eyes
bend the angles to planes to numbers i don’t understand
anything to make my brain distracted
from the fact that i can’t even look
myself
in
my
eyes
they scare me too much
Rayven Rae Jul 2018
“c’mon...it’ll be fun!  it’ll be all about you!”
“it’s not all about me.”
“ok.  it’ll be all about us...”


if i’m being
perfectly honest
with myself
i want....

you.

not just the lust-
heated violence; controlled
utter chaos

salt slick sweat skin
pushing;  taking.

your hands;
fingertips made to bruise.
i lay my throat bare to them.

jugular exposed,
hot salt rushing below velum-thin skin;
begging
for your fist.

your ****** words strip me to my bones
bring lava from my core.
you put me to my knees
willing subjugation
the sound of flesh meeting flesh
consumes

the only time i can get out of my head
is when i’m ******* you

“baby.  don’t worry,” you say to me,
your fingers find purchase,
“breathing is only an option.”

what we do in the dark sustains me
Rayven Rae Jul 2018
i saw you today
only for a moment
not quite a second but that breath
caught in between
like my breath lodged in my ribcage
when all i saw was a streak of auburn
nothing more
and i was paralyzed
just as i am now
as the thought of you has shoved a cement fist
deep into my chest cavity
and i have no words
nothing to put to paper
that can say what i don’t know i feel
i feel you and i don’t know who you are
or why me in the barn
when i glanced up through the sunbeams catching on spiderwebs
the flash of you eclipsed all other light
i don’t know who you are
young and lithe dancing
i don’t know how i know this but i do
and why me
i was only looking for barn cats
i wanted to make secret friends with them
to have something here in this place
that was mine
a secret even so small to hold
gathering a space where i can be myself
and you
not a horse or mule in the field
i checked behind the window
and it wouldn’t have mattered
because neither of their browns came close
to the fire that is you
and i don’t know who you are
i was looking for a secret
i saw you today
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