Blow a kiss & show me What true liberation and Desire look like, I deserve it & when I see you, I am coming With you. With nothing but Excitement and the best intention. I would love nothing more than that. It doesn’t matter the list of places. The first, second, or third destination. I’d really just like to go hallucinate With you In the wilderness. A language that needs no translation. No matter where we stand, mentally We are where we want to be. Prosperous in each other. The earth tucked beneath a blanket, eventually we’ll have to get up but until then blow a few kisses & take me with you. A naked soul free, exploring a dream. One of the first things that come to mind Your face on front of a post card. This memory snuggled up close In infinity. Without having to imagine or dream Where we’ve already been. Together by the lake, The mountains nestled low, One head snuggled into another. The campfire barely visible, piled in a mess Together. Realizing that there’s nothing more perfect Realizing that we are a dream within a dream. Realizing that only we can make this a reality. I want this so bad. No matter where we stand, mentally. We are where we want to be. Each other’s everywhere & everything in between.
there's this boy, dark hair, light-brown skin, his eyes warm like a campfire, with my melting marshmallow heart, my fever for him grows, i love him, squished between the graham crackers of guilt, because i love her as well.
Pitch black. Black as night. Blacker than black. All is silent. Eerily silent. Deathly silent. Waiting. Fearing. Expecting... the worse.
The wind whistling, winding itself through the trees, seductively, assertively, aggressively. Tension building. Coming closer. Gathering pace. Leaves quiver. Trees shake. A flash of lightening. A piercing crack. Dead above. Eyes wide. Heart stopped. Frozen.
Then just as abruptly as it arrived, its gone. Leaving the rain behind. Pitter, patter, plop on the tent canvas. Soothing. Calming. Zzzzzz.
Dawn comes. Birds sing. Fresh morning dew. All's well in the world once more.
Til the next time....
I wrote this while wild-ish camping and just loved the energy of the storm on my first night. This is my first ever attempt at a poem - as an adult!
Restless Ulysses calling seaward Wave-crest and trough on water Bark seal slap rush Carve one sweep, two sweep Push and the wayfarer Boot, back, and shoulder A life neatly bundled going on On and on and on; wander Because no god is present Without vastness, surrender Fire lick crackle burn driftwood blue On the sand in the gravel And restless sailor calling seaward Take the horizon to break Spine and sinew ironmonger The old and elderly will fondly remember These days when we were strong And the stars unobscured by smoke