"shearling" poems
I.
you never saw me in winter:
shearling fur and kettlebell boots
my outer crust cracking from one step outdoors.
I wear socks to bed
and smoke Belmonts to cover
my breath with toxins
instead of you.
II.
I never wear pants when I’m with you
mostly because I’m hoping to re-enact me walking
over the Millennium Bridge
in May.
if the wind pushed any further
up my skirts, it would force my lungs right out my throat.
my hotel room called for us
but you were on a plane to Norway
and I was in my head.
III.
the last time we had ***
you told me you’d finish me off first next time
but I’m always like your backup song for karaoke,
in case someone takes your first choice.
you never:
acknowledged that my rice was shaped like a heart
and yours like a star at dinner,
ask me what my tattoos mean,
but always ask me if I’m pregnant.
you’re a roll of film that needs be developed but
I keep smearing the edges with my fingers
and scanning the red light over myself.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
Give me the shearling wool for silky feet;
to ward off chills in this audacious cold.
With eiderdown make all my slumber sweet
and there tucked in, let all my dreams unfold.
On lofty pillows high, let me recline,
to cushion any pain that I might feel
and let a good night's sleep at last be mine,
that I, untroubled, may begin to heal.
Let banshee winds around the casement wail,
as fingers of the trees tap cold and dead,
out on the windows, where the cold prevails.
I will be safely nestled in my bed.
How delicate I must appear to be!
A sister to, "The Princess and the Pea".
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 10:15 AM UTC
I just trust you
My gut says it's okay
This all feels....
genuinely okay
I'm still in a state of shock
you're such a conundrum
all at once gentlemanly and crass
lovely and dangerous
Everything you do
leaves me in a state of amazement
You're everything I've ever looked for
trite I know
Your reputation
should leave me terrified
quaking in my shearling boots
It doesn't
You calm me down
Leave me bubbly like champagne
Your body curled around mine
Feels safe
You feel like safety
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 10:52 AM UTC
IV. dawning at the sanctum
We were arms and legs,
ruffled pillows and
twisted blankets
bare writhing bodies
reflected in a warped carnival mirror
glowing embers of a fallen star
Your strokes
tentative and wavering
in an unsteady tremolo
find me where the shy dawn
dare caress the black crystal waters
that sparkled so green
amidst cold oceans of metaphor
and warm, streaky peach jam skies
gift me, make me, break me, grant me
may i find nourishment and sustenance
in suckling the dripping honey
from your velvet rose-tinted lips
slake Your thirst
sate Your hunger
drink from these fountains
and eat from these briars
revel in my sanctum
but let no blessed water
pass my parched lips
i will etch soliloquies into the nape of your neck
i, the calligrapher, you my masterpiece
monet's soleil levant and water lilies
botticelli's map of hell and rorshach blots
i will find god in your twinkling sepia eyes
and repose in the contours of your body
chiseled with conviction bold
i will trace lines traced long ago
and discover you anew
lilting auroras behind these tired eyelids
sweet aubades of clotted maple cream
embroidered into the
buttery cashmere shearling
of Your lush being
knotted, blistering lilac and rose
in this churning ****** sea
of flames and sculpted ice
bold sensual soft
caress but never kiss
it's five a.m.
and i still can't sleep
we're out of time
there's no stopping what's to come
but the taste of jasmine white tea
still lingers on my tongue
i'm still shouting to the void
and playing piano in the brazen dark
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 11:56 PM UTC
a ring
of chestnuts
aflame and
much hotter
here than
Clive is
to toast
eh blue
as shearling
laid Cumberland
newt with
proclivity as
his legacy
for hire
is too
tired for
the Pennines
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC
Today something inside of me
wants me to just run
And do what my soul strives to do . ...
I wanted to stay in that touch for as long as my life permits ...
One flow of current strikes me all koncked down ...
I feel my life is eased and handled when his arms are around ...
I lose myself with him...
Nothing moves same..
I do things I never did ..
I go with a flow which u take me in...
I used to have peaceful heart ...
Now I see my heart breath shearling...
U destroyed my peace
U took the one element away from me ..
The element of fear ...
The fear of falling ..
The scare of losing ...
Cant resist the whole of you ....
You make be vulnerable ...
For once I step off of the warrior uniform to wear my princess crown ....
I love when u come close to me
just to wishper some words like a beautiful song....
My thoughts may have gone very far...
But u and I we are still here ....
Deciding which road do we chose ..
the one with the thorns or the one with the stamped grass .....
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
I don’t want to watch the wallpaper yellow.
The floral patterns cause vertigo,
while the hallways whisper
gospel sounds
and talk of gelatin for dessert.
I’m afraid that when I fall for another man,
he will have a shearling wheelchair.
Or,
he will be a caregiver
raising the crooked footrest.
There won’t be quinoa substitute
or aperitif.
My meals will likely be
a glass of sulfur water and
mixed vegetables dressed in gravy.
Derived from a cheap grocery list
where my name is written
In between “milk” and “flour”
Because I was not remembered.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 10:41 PM UTC