First touch
First kiss,  bliss
I lick my lips
The tension releases
This feeling I feel
A sickness
This desire builds
All this touching
Still can't get my fill
Craving that look
Of passion in your eyes
Your disguise,
The satisfaction
Of friction,  sweat
Dripping between crevaces
Following the path
The moisture leaves a trail
To the bottom of the ocean
Explosion
Keep going
To the flame inside
It burns,  for you
Steady and hard
I feel this hunger
Quench my thirst
A slow and soft kiss,
First
Then it's just enough
The volcano erupts
Fall down,  bliss
It all started
With one sweet kiss

I love how your hair cascades down from your head,
How the brown contrasts your pale skin.
I love how your eye are the window to my soul,
How it shows the pain and scars through its crevaces.
I love how your clothes hang off you like bags,
How you could wear anything else but you don't.
It's taken me years to start loving myself again,
Just a start but it's something.
I love how I'm not scared to say it anymore,
I love myself.

i love you like a book of poetry.
specifically the one that sits
upon my book of shakespeare’s works
because your passion and mine
will always kiss upon my bookshelf.

i love you like the pages
of that old dusty thing:
1935, it was printed.
2013, a girl cradles it’s words
in the crevaces of her spine.

i have loved you for 78 years.

i love you like it’s cover,
tough and tan,
it has lived
longer than our years combined.
it has held together the whispers
of love and loss
of happiness
or grief
and it has yet to fail
the story it holds within.

i love you like a book of poetry
because that book will never hurt you:

you can cut it off right when it is at it’s best
but it will always wait for you to come back,

you can throw it across the room
but it will still fall open at your touch
and let you in,

you can leave it on a shelf never to be read,
but it’s verses will still be there
when you decide
to love,

and i love you like a book of poetry.

First touch
First kiss,  bliss
I lick my lips
The tension releases
This feeling I feel
A sickness
This desire builds
All this touching
Still can't get my fill
Craving that look
Of passion in your eyes
Your disguise,
The satisfaction
Of friction,  sweat
Dripping between crevaces
Following the path
The moisture leaves a trail
To the bottom of the ocean
Explosion
Keep going
To the flame inside
It burns,  for you
Steady and hard
I feel this hunger
Quench my thirst
A slow and soft kiss,
First
Then it's just enough
The volcano erupts
Fall down,  bliss
It all started
With one sweet kiss

And so it was
That I found myself here
Head over heels
Caught up in feels
Bringing smiles back to the
Deep crevaces
Of my heart
Starving from criticism
And the sun's scorching glare
My heart and soul thirsted
For what you poured there

And I
Had been thirsty before
And drank from a well
filled with deception and more
It was gasoline on parched,
Naiively kept, land
He destroyed so much
With the touch of his hands

And I
Found desiring eyes
But still found no cure
I've found a lot of love
But it leaves me less secure
Till every new encounter
That refreshes the soul
Is tested against many measures
Lest anyone get hurt

Again and again I found myself there
And I learned more each time
Being the woman at the well
My lips no longer dry
With tears falling down
And my soul's thirst was quenched
When I was found,
By the God of Living water
So I would never thirst again
To live filled, and live loved
Filled with peace, in Him.

This time around, I will get it right
It only took me through the universe twice
To feel the light wind on the water, brushed softly with the glow from the sun, welcome.
This life is full of fresh faces, warm embraces
Far above the rot buried deep in the crevaces of the past.
The prickly bite of the first frost, no longer brings harm to the hearth of the soul, live.
The mangled branches of a forgotten forest no longer casts the shadow of fear, bringing focus to the candelescent light piercing through the spines of the wild wood.
We can all choose to see the dark in the bewildered gallows of the unknown.
We can see the hollowed darkness of the caves luring our minds away from trust.
But why draw such sinister thoughts of the hidden quarries in Mother Nature’s painting?
Look at the world that only She can make, safe away from the curated structures of civilization. Laws are made by Man, Love is born of nature, Hate is a disease that grows in the narrowest of minds, trying to make reason out of tragedy.
This time around, I will choose the light, because it has always been there, sparkling softly through the cracks, begging us to see heaven on earth.
A smile, a breath of air, and a hope that has the strength to carry us all out of here.

The daylight,

how elusive

How many hours
Until it slips away
Parting from me once again

And when i call out like a child
Will it not
-indifferent-
Look away?

I had spent years in darkness,
For the mind is a cavernous *****

Labarinthyne pathways
And crevaces that reach longingly, fingers outstreched into the deep

How long since
i had bathed in white sunlight?
And the sky breathing its warm breath-
The soft caress
And springs that ring like bells

Perhaps all memory of this daylight
Will be lured into the abyss
And even time will be lost in darkness

Evanescent
My joy is counted in minutes

And yet i feel grateful
that i, too,
Must silently

fade away

Oh my girl
I know it feels so rough
broken bones and tender bruises
aint no bluff

You're doing more than you know
it's just starting to show
no time to blow it
nor up.
get down.
with what is
you always knew it wouldnt' be easy
keep going, you're dancing, flowin' grliding, stop slidin'

like water, move like this. Ignore what's that?
Eyes on the road, trees = SMACK!

simplify it if you gotta
as long as they eye is on the prize and out of the gutter
the house was set ablaze long ago
the foof was on fire and were were meant to let it burn

we don't got clean water anymore.
trophies in the junkyard
and the downtrodden are no longer bards.
the songs got scripted a long time ago

voices, minds, and songbirds are all in tow
she resembles, ensembles have been bought and paid for
the tune is made of ichor and rot, played for us, siren songed us
lured into the depths of self.

tongues caught by cats and all in knots
tunes whistled through the air
through crevaces and cracks
even the stones began to sing
when the world went so out of whack

birds changing staccato beats
maybe ends were met

echoing new words through
the halls and words back to struts
sparrows and robins, the hood and new tweets

Be the author
Wrote the story
For the glory
Else be boring

Or dragged through
Mucky sinews
Of the blackened blue
Of fish swiming through

Tentacled masses
Hidden crevaces
Idle trances
Trumpet blassin'