She builds holes, Silent crevices of Envy and Sadness. Always swept away. Retired, on fire, that liar. Person of the past. As sweet as he, Man with golden locks under dimmed lights. That toothy grin and energetic eyes. His arms that are raised high around shoulders and handshakes-- hands that make mixtures and music and gestures and mistakes. His mouth and...
I am surprised by that fact that you are so young. So supple and moist. I adore your youth and the fact that the folded skin near the corner of my eye doesn't bother you. I revel in the idea of what a woman you are. What a woman you...
I Dreamt you chased after me. Feet, moving swiftly, one arm outstretched. Me, trying to get as far away as I could. I peeked back because I could sense you trying to catch up. Your intentions were to reach me, but I wouldn’t let you. Turn left, turn right, and...
These aren't just words These are the skin and bone of my mind These are the heart and soul of my core I don't just write poetry to throw around some flowery anecdotes I'm like a lyricist with the fire of a flamethrower A spirit floating on the ocean floor Dormant...
Her hair, long locks of auburn-dyed green. Her hair, grows like a weed. She is so similar to a plant As people walk by and crash into its leaves, it bounces. Bounces, bounces, bounces. His fingers glide through hair, Wrapping and twisting and clipping, so even, so effortlessly, so swift. Each tress, dominated by fingers, tufts, float to...
This silence It vibrates Bone deep. Like a pelvic thrust into the soul On the one hand there's a beating heart On the other, warmth and liquid. Sticky like a paste. Her silence is the last you'll ever hear. Like the picture of skin tearing And a nail dragging across the split flesh. Her silence is the...
What sound does your tongue make as you lap at the fountain of youth? Pursed and patient you wait for it to envelope you, In its coolness and glow. After patiently waiting, water ripples at the touch of stained hands. Echoing deep throughout the vessels, Undulations around pickled fingers that dare...
And he is missed less and less by the passing of each moment Like the butterfly harping across wind strings His arrogant presence is no more and it makes room for silence and acceptance Happiness, gleaming from every part Of fingers and toes and eyelids Of color and weightlessness when...
Defrosting from the winter's breath A gloss upon on piney meadow Foliage confused for growth A leaf alive, a petal dead Defrosting from the winter's bed Flying through spring winds Wings collecting pollen things Mate has fallen from the nest Winter frost has done her best Branches from the weeping willow Blossom a dozen yellow...
It's so strange. The transverse between happiness and misery. Having attained the height of one and not quite the other. And once the former has left me, the latter builds and builds. Like brick and mortar And ocean to shore And foot to pavement. That dream of falling is just a dream, I...