"whisperingly" poems
Lost lips part like the eye-opening sun horizon,
An advent recalling the misty memory of june's air
Brightening the hills in our bedsheets with autumn leafed patterns.
In the places where my vision lines meet His rays, there extends
A celestial sonic boom, peeling back the layers
Of what once was evening.
The darkening spheres of my face bathe in the sigh
Of your whisperingly swaying lily wrist
Wrapped ubiquitously in red and blue longitude lines in pale skin veil.
Wandering lonesome in one, I know, is blood pumped
From my own otherwise aimless arteries - beating the passing seconds
On their dancing pump-drums and announcing them
Like guests at a party.
And softly, beyond the cavernous mouth hole of our comfortless comforter
Two legs entangled like taffy, teased and stretched at Separation
And his cruel scythe-like thought summons. And
My eyelashes know they can only bow to you three more times
Before Apollo arrives and the two of you elope
Off down the mountain.
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 11:55 PM UTC
sitting on my sofa
your hand over mine
you kept trying to kiss me
i knew what you wanted then.
i acted like the movie i chose was mesmerizing
it wasn't. you were.
all i could think about was how it'd feel to kiss you
like you wanted
like i wanted
our breathing patterns matched up.
my ear was on your heart (that's the closest i'll ever get to it)
you kissed me whisperingly on the forehead
just how i like it.
how did you know?
how could someone who knew me so little know me so well?
when i finally succumbed
it was hungry.
you didn't kiss me delicately, as i was accustomed
i didn't feel like much of a person at all
i felt like a thing
but a desirable thing
HE kissed me like a treasure
like i could shatter at any moment
i don't know why i ever tired of it.
your ravenous lips and hands were at once refreshing and scalding.
you didn't kiss like a good boy ought.
i wanted to reciprocate, to participate.
i convinced myself, yes, this is what i want.
he is what i want.
and he wants me.
you kissed me like you loved me.
or like you could love me.
i didn't need you to love me, i never asked for you to love me.
but you convinced me you could.
now that just wasn't fair.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC
I love to hear your laughter
It Thrills me to the bone
I often hear in the same ear
I use when listening to the phone
First time that I heard it
In the realm of almost asleep
Until suddenly I realized what I was hearing
And my heart took a leap
So then I lay there Wide Awake
Annoyed at myself for interrupting me
If you never experienced this for yourself
Then you have no idea to what degree
That your temperature will rise
Or the chill you feel inside
Or the uphill climb you pursue
To get back to what waking just denied
I lay back down and try to relax
Knowing that seeking it..,.
...denies its return
Still I try to quell anything that distracts
Whisperingly quiet I tiptoe towards sleep
Just as I reach
Carefully peering over the edge
I hear it
Then with smile on my face
Time will never ever erase
I tumble with laughter echoing
Down into the deep
That sound now like a photograph
Oh how I love to hear you laugh
I love...i love..
I truly love .....
I love ...to hear you laugh.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
As a bubbling
brook speaks
whisperingly the
rigors of flow...
I cannot help
but overhear.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC