I heard my brittle bones breaking in your hands
As I collapsed
collapsed
I thought I was made of steel
Or rubber
something that bends.
But never
breaks
Your hands were not comforting they
seemed all too steady
and your voice
was too robotic
When asking me to
Breathe
How could you ask me such a thing?
At a time like that?
have you no heart?

I don't cry in-front of people
You could've had the decency to leave me broken
On the kitchen floor,
So I could carry on saying that
"I never really cry..."
as a testament to my strength

But you had to grab my bruised wrist's
and push denial away
"Shhh..its okay."
  I could've held on a little longer
Had I known
You weren't here to
stay

Placid countenance, your eyes fall
Upon my prostrate form.
Unchanging countenance-
Plaster and paint-
Assume the visage of holiness
Before my worthy soul
Worthy of comfort.
Affection given in unstinted measure
How you,
Plaster goddess
Serve the uncomforted.



copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011

If an easy rain
would make the rocks slippery,
he would hold my hand.

Eyes sliver open languidly, feel out the corners
Stretched, palms pressed against white walls
Pull the covers high above my head
Building courage to greet the day

Lungs fill with a familiar scent
Smile, reach and caress a glowing cheek
Next to me, he turns, all elbows and sighs
Find him  in a second with tingling toes and fingertips

Untangle the limbs and sheets
Firm and nut-brown, coarse in the right places
Soft in the best places, he's flawless
Dare to disturb the rhythmic breathing


Wake up, I whisper
Coffee, he groans

I'll fall upwards,

past the cities
and through the lonely stretches of asphalt and golden hills,
towards fancies and sleepless nights.

I'll fall past weeks,

of minutes
and through pictures stored and kept and thrown away,
towards cravings and fulfillment.

I'll fall

enveloped
and through the silence of solitude and the wanting it brings
towards curly hair and kisses filled with sweet words.

I'll fall into you and wish to never be free

So please...

Don't let me.

I venerate and hold memories
That cover my hands like you did
Conforming to my flesh and warming me
A pair of gloves to stave off the cold of missing you

I taste what you left me
And I am reminded of your lips
That impressed upon me
What it means to wish

I am ardent for that seeping joy
The deep chords that your hands would play
Softly and sweetly entreating me
To desire and sing for you

I hear your voice transmitted
Missing inflections and a face
You are half realized
In this way- but

You still cover me with care
Your affection tailored to my tiny hands
Love is all encompassing
You are my definition.

Girls are like works of art
Their beauty amazes me
A perfect silluette for every eye who sees
I can not stop staring  
Skin a smooth as silk ~ you long for after your first encounter
Lips as soft as cotton ~ tastes like candy and you just want more
Eyes which reveals their soul ~ just like the beholder