there is a sonnet
of torture
in the hours
spent away
from the ferrel
heat
of your gaze
the thrumming trill
in my skin
when the absence
breaks
and your fingers
fit like lock
and key
between mine
my nerves grow
electric
as your pale eyes
drink me in
and that one
cocky brow
does it’s comical dance
for my
amusement
but nothing consumes me
like your skin
in the dark
your body pressed
against me
your hands playing
new chords
along my greedy
flesh
stealing my wit
breath
and pleasure
until I’m left
with
nothing to
give
but penny kisses
and the cheap
promise
of a new song
tomorrow
and
always
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All of me
Written on my skin
The silent kiss
Of loneliness
Bitter in it’s proximity
To love
Dancing along
The curve of my throat
Longing to be
Caressed
If I curl against you
Will you squeeze it
Out
Chase it away
With the rasp of your
Beard
Clutch, bite, grip
Until my mind is
Of us
Instead of
Just me?
Will you smooth
The wrinkles from
My heart
With whisper soft
Touches
Until my head is cool
Instead of flaming?
Will you fill my soul
With the breath of
Harmony
So that the silence
Might leave
My bones?
Take it all
As much as you can stand
Every secret
Each truth
All of me
Folded tightly
Into the unending pleasure
Of being
Enough
Because
Being wanted
By you
Is exactly what it takes
To drive
Away
The dark
System
Pacing the halls of my mind
Searching for the door
That might give voice
To this discomfort
But each room is locked
Or filled with
Too much
Chaos
There is no sense to make
When you are
Orbiting the sun
Saturn, encompassed
By its own glorious
Rings
Trapped in the center
Unable to be
Anything else
But everyday
Reminded
That without them
I may just
Float away
And so I do the dance
Round and round
Closing the doors within
Shouting at
Myself
That the rooms will
Someday
Be empty
We all spin
But in sync
And our paths are
As simple as
Gravity
Engine
The path is mine
Alone
Each slab of concrete
Laid out before me
For me
Each hill, a push toward
Something greater
Every valley
A reward
Unwrapped gifts that promise
Treasures I cannot yet
Imagine
The steps glide forward
Not effortlessly
But purposefully
Unpacking the tightly hewn
Boulder I carry through life
Guilt, worry, fear
Dropped by the edge
Of tomorrow
Until, one morning
I will reach the core
Where grief hides pleasure
Protects it, nurtures it
My Magic
Found again
Burning away
Inside the engine
Of my curves
I feel it
Longing to be discovered
And so
I drive on
Pushing the sunrise ahead
In this thirty minute
Spell
The fire really never left
It was in me
All
Along
Glow
pressed against
your sleepy warmth
wiped clean
by the giggling
gasping, gripping
eclipse
of your complete
attention
painted anew
by your touch
my flaws disappear
your kisses
leave feathery
starbursts
beneath my skin
I will feel them
until the day
tries to wash
this glow
away
but some of it
burned deeper
than life can reach
where you kissed
my soul
stoking a flame
I’d all but forgotten
brighter than
ever before
hotter than I
knew it could burn
don’t let it
fade
this symphony of
light inside my
very spirit
let it incinerate me
from inside
out
then watch me rise
like a Phoenix
brand new
yet somehow
the same
this is what your
love
can do
Soul Smoke
breathing in
the smoke, bright and
hot as it seeps
into every pocket
of my soul
only to be sent back
out, into the world
now tainted with
my fear
and hope
perhaps the wind
will bring it to
you, where you might
see it, taste it
and know what to do
know how to touch
me
in the places
I don’t let anyone
see
but doubt fills the
spaces left behind
where my fear
becomes terror
and my hope turns to
wishes
I’m left with nothing
but the smell
of a simpler time
never lived
when the moon
never cried
and the sun
was always
warm
Higher
Holding onto the wrungs
this never-ending
climb
breaks my spirit
be better, do more, get
higher
but who can resist
looking back
down to easier slats
or even below
to solid ground
wear I could run
free
to climb a new ladder
or a mountain
or lie down on the warm
solid earth
instead
the view sometimes makes me
slip
but when I just
look up
into the heavens I
climb without thought
dizzy with the pressure
and heavy with the weight
of what I carry
if I faulter
it is not just me
who will fall
I still long to see
what awaits
at the top
perhaps
there is balance
in the clouds
but maybe
there is just me
staring down at
the life
I forgot to
love
in my haste
to simply
be done
Away message
within the protective
blisterpacks
of our lives
we stare at our
screens and the
tiny reflections
which are little more
than fantasies
of ourselves
instead of reaching
out
across intersections
once noisy, friendly
chaos, now
sectioned off
perfect
straight-sided
cells
let me burst from this
hermetically sealed
prison
out into the open air
where I may float away
playing
laughing
dancing
maybe there
I’ll do more living
than dying
so
sorry I missed you
leave a message
or come find
me
trying
to free
the sun
Anew
Awakened
by life’s winged lovers
singing breathlessly
into the brutal morning
my soul pressed
to the sky
I dip my fingers
in the soft froth
tentative with it’s dusky chill
but magic extends beyond
imagination
and the scorching
electricity of
the storm within me
warms the clouds
so they may weave
themselves
into a blanket fort
of the heavens
unencumbered by
time, this eternal
hourglass
I once believed to be
filled with dust
sparkles and swirls
with sanded sugar
minutes and hours
glittering softly
as the sun begins
to filter through
my makeshift canopy
I feel tomorrow
alive and kicking
like a newborn babe
yesterday’s child
a chance to start
anew
born without the pain
of memory
beguiled by the
beautiful world
beneath its feet
she knows nothing
of my savagery
or grace
so i pick her up
rock her, swaddle her
soothe her
I will be different
with this day
a kinder, gentler keeper
of time
for the sake of
all of those tomorrows
yet to come
a day
it burns
fierce and brilliant
scorching every surface
inside and out
engulfed completely
for eternity
or just a day
until it finally dims
falling
down
to a fine silken dust
with magic daring enough
to stand against
a storm
raging winds, torrential rain
the wicked clap of
fate’s thunder
shaking it into thin
hills and valleys
tributaries of God’s anger
opening in the cracks
filling with the dark rain
of days gone
but when the clouds part
something stirs from within
a thing born without
fear or pain
simply awakening
a fluttering that presses ashes
into wings
glowing like ropes of sunshine
lighting up
the dark
coaxing itself loose
free
to open it’s wings
in fluid breaths
sending death
to the wind
with a flurry of hopes
dreams
and
wonder
gone
but not without leaving
scars
behind
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