It was morning
when my time set to yours,
a little loud but I got the vibe.
I remember the party dust
when you rushed to go home,
did they remind you of seeing me?
behind the lights somewhere that night.
There's a string that tangles us
as their bewildered eyes won't catch us up.
I get tangled in the brooding nets of my mind
I'm like your earphones,
because I'm an entangled mess.
I want you to untangle me,
The waves were like vipers,
picking of weary sailors from
Plucking them with fangs of stinging
waves, taking those unsuspecting
from the deck.
Drowning them in the sorrows
that suffocated them beneath the
planks they were washed upon.
So many swords were never lifted
but fell submerged silently.
Falling beneath the honour that sank before them.
But like creeping ivy, they were woven upon.
Seaweed forests clasping upon those
weary travellers that sang into slumbering bereavement.
Still the forests that fed on the rainfall of what
decayed falling statically from above,
nourishment in silent surrendering's.
Shut the door behind you
Lock it twice just in case
Pull out the futon mattress
Let your hands find their place
Stare at my green passion
Slide your hands up my thighs
Smile as your mouth finds mine
Flick your hair out of your eyes
Press your lips against my own
Tangle your tongue with my breathe
Take your time with me tonight
Enjoy it like you invite death
My head is a tangled mass of string and wire
They don't connect
They don't lead into something greater
I am full of yarn and old embroidery thread
webs were spun
in a tangle
each spider adding
more to the ravel
was this muse
others were invited
into the spinning hub
after a time
which resulted in
a fractious stir
the once happy
couldn't get along
on the intertwisting
*being over done
She was undeniably warm.
The spirit in her is as balmy as summer.
A soul brimful of hopes and desires.
Until a sudden day came,
when everything feels bleak and inexplicable.
Fear created a room in her.
The tangled mind she has is devouring her spirit
and she started losing spark.
Things are slowly becoming halfhearted in her eyes;
even prayer becomes a tough battle.
Her mornings are frigid.
Her smile turned into misery.
The cold vibe she's facing,
made a winter in her heart.
-Steph Dionisio, August 19, 2016
Like forgotten cables
on the floor,
we intertwine ourselves
and can't seem to be undone.
~~ Strangle me in affection. ~~