It was a cold time. I lay in the frost
alone, immobile and blue from the treacherous
air, but then you passed and lay with me just
to keep me warm, seeing something worth saving
in my empty eyes. It was a cold life.
Yet movement came back to me, dispelling
the ice and banishing it from my heart.
You were the fire for me, the fire that gave
me my sight and filled my eyes with starlight.
The fire that heated me and danced with a
scarlet tranquility in the night, calling
me forward into safety and saving
me from the wind which so harshly froze my being.

Strange tides
as shifting sands clutch my ankles
     I am home again
     in a sea of change.
The world shakes, expands
and rolls on invisible tracks through space
as I am pulled
     Apart and breathless
Under full moons hidden in shadow.
What remains, left unsheltered
is the smallest nugget,
     polished gold.
I burn fast and melt
into nooks and crannies
    of belonging
while all around whispers
of leaves fall in sweet longing
onto moss and soil, countless
ancestors' songs
     of mourning,
I am wilted and tall
I fold and reach skyward
I am endless and small
a chaotic mass
of synchronized heartbeats,
     a shell of swollen light
ensconced by sheets of skin
I no longer fathom
outside looking in
I watch idly
as creation flows
against a backdrop
of antique lamps,
worn tapestries
alone in time
     surrounded
     by infinite
     potential
A touch, a glance,
I leap into the dance
and I'm carried on a swell
     of change
In dreams, I believe.

There is something about it
The inexplicable curve in the diet
Swimming in pink grapefruit,
Sharing the stunted manifestation
Of a slice of clementine Gouda cheese
The way, the solace in a lone glass of wine
Chilled iced, purged crayfish
Flushed from the brittle salt basked seas
From the callused knuckle of stony fisherman
Casting out at the crackling array of dawn
With the waters brimming at the hulk
And the mast scraping it's white and red tusks
The fisherman who left at dawn
Leaving his beloved steeped in slumber...
Allowing her eyes flutter to the beam of pink salmon
And there is just something about it,
Pulsing from the faint flicker of overhanging bulbs
A writer stoops over a sliver of miracle
Purged from the raw etched in his vast chest
The very act of describing compassion & sin
With the ink soaked mechanism of his typewriter
The legacy of a young girl
Who wasn't meant to save the world
But to find it, the humanity whisked away,
Drowned perhaps by whiskey and alcohol
Eyesights deterred from the long lone walk
Pocketed with threats and head shakes
The writer's fingers fly,
And funny how there is something about it
How it doesn't end in full circle
That we lack the great capacity
To seize the flesh of truce
So distilled we sail,
So perturbed we write,
So empty we feast
Never quite knowing
That elemental presumption
Of something more

I'm not drunk and I want to do a lot of things to you. I want to touch your face, at ease as I hold it with both hands. I want to look into your eyes and see through your soul. I want to smell your breath as the alcohol fills my lungs. I want to kiss your lips as I struggle to catch air with the rhythm of yours. I'm not drunk and I'm on my right mind to say  "I love you".

70 years before today She was in this place
sultry magic abounds
I heed Her call

Honey Moon radiates from between my legs
An angel at my gate

Succulent strawberry
Bite into me
Send me rolling sticky sweet
Teeth to lips to cheek
Rosey gold
Ready for the picking

Rest within my crown O Mother and sing me to sleep
Siren's Solstice drift through my being

Shine upon me
Adorn my halo with your seeds
Be with me
I am with myself

Nestle me in your womb as 70 years before
Sultry sweet and mystical
I adore She

All I need is the rush... the rush of emptiness which used to fill me up, the rush of agony which I used to ache for, which I still somehow ache for. I want to burn, to cry, to hurt; I want to feel empty. The sad thing is, I do not know how to live when happy. This happiness is suffocating, like a noose of positivity is choking me and I cannot escape. Let me plunge into the cold depths of pessimism and swim through glimmers of beauty to which I am blind. Let me be blind to this world I do not belong in. I am just afraid - afraid of losing... this. I am afraid of becoming lost to freezing cold waters as soon as I find comfort in the warmth. *I want to be empty so that the pain doesn't have to take away this incredible fullness.

The moon, is bright today.
I turn into a werewolf,
Searching for that one kiss.
That turn every nightmare
Into a dream
A dram of fairy tales
A dream of happiness
But this moon is sparkling for me
It is sparkling for you...
Enjoy it

Lies, lies, lies
That's all you ever say
You said, you love me
But it was completely a game
You said, 'I was the one'
But you were just playing
You said, you'll never leave
But you said 'goodbye' without any hesitation

Now, I end up being broken
fragmented, and destroyed

The cage is full
Now what will I do
I think I'm *******
Their busting through
My fear it grew
My lifes askew
They will ensue
can I get a redo