Don’t Go

a little hand reaches out, while the small unsteady anxious voice falls silent behind deafening ears of his own agenda he’s one shoe print closer to the threshold, tensely grabs and turns the round metal knob, that separates their broken relationship to the exposed outside world a breeze wafts at her of sour grapes, his…

Upon the Lashing

of tongues, one is warned by its whip subtle, yet stinging, a pink flesh in haloed breath parts soft lips innocent eyes feel it’s hurt, sensing the corruption of its temple rectifiable by a humble, apologetic, and forgiving heart; a heart soft to listen, not hardened by others actions of years past

A Ravishing

Could you hear singing, when small white bones sank deep into the round purple warm flesh, squirting juices across your tongue, before dancing on your palette? A sweet flavor triggering a childhood memory. Your stained finger tips proudly display their involvement in the ravishing, while little jam like leftovers paint the corners of your guilty…

Of a Life I Ponder

I sit staring out over an ocean of saltless blue, tranquilized by midst of light and starless wonder Dancing waves and twirling wind enlighten of a life I ponder With wood and nail, of flowerbeds and fields, gardens and endless views. Of adventure to its fullest while we learn the art of quality silence. From…

Change in Priority

No one came in like a thief in the night, we simply left the door unlocked for them. We do it to ourselves, we let ourselves lose priority of previous things and make other things more priority. People don’t grow apart we don’t even lose interest, we prioritize differently. We spend more time at work…

Succumbing

Lost is one droopy eye to time Sunlight succumbing to a starlight sky Snow heavy and wet suffocating a frozen ground And I, one minute closer to seeing what’s behind my eyelids.

Snowflake

Satiate my need with feather custom doilies incubated from Heaven dancing on air weightlessly resting upon my tongue in split seconds I feel their cool sensations visible to none other than myself as I am sure they are disappearing midair from the heat that burns with in me

In the Aroma

lies a camphor steam of inhalation slowly penetrating all my senses. In an instance my flesh heated by the fluidity of movement, where though parts of me are exposed to the cold room air, I feel only a wet warmth in the folds. My heart races at first entry, slowly succumbing to rhythmtic pulses the…

Are We Really

busy? Our minds bustling like bees on sweet nectardrawing in energy like rays of sunshine to a deprived plant, awakening to the highlighted reels of another tongue, tantalized by the sparkle of the speaker busy? Our hands less idle in our making; holding, pulling, pushing, flexing, gripping a frantic electricity counteracting to our busyness, holding…

I Waited for You

in shear hopefulness watching the sky move in its display right to left the light gradually inclining I’ve an agenda, a project, a focus a car arrives, the door opens, a strangers eyes I adjust my attention on something I can control a car arrives, the door opens, a strangers eyes shadows grow long, longer,…

Writing Mode

Rarely do I wear lipstick, I mean, what’s the point? But today, I’m in writing mode and I thought what can it hurt to feel a little dolled up to go to the coffee shop. My eyes strewn with neutral tones, not to attract, but to to feel beautiful. These lips to adorn a little…

The Year You Died

A warm autumn fell into our laps, the trees remained green. Each day no change to our view, yet time blew through your favorite season like a car passing a hitchhiker on the freeway. The wind curling behind it’s storm, the smell filling the air, and still what’s green is changed slower than molasses. But…