Courtesy 

You never knew tears fell behind the wall Maybe you thought that because I was asking about you and remembering all the details of your life Listening Letting you find solace in me You were so wrapped up in my ability to make you comfortable that you thought that I was okay But I suffered … More Courtesy 

Self Inflicted

Never was I into masochism Pain was never my thing Except With you, I had what Merriam Webster so eloquently calls “a taste for suffering” and my suffering must be seasoned with Lawry’s because it feels so damn good and I couldn’t stop partaking of its bitterness Because my imagination kept flagellating itself with pictures … More Self Inflicted

Full Exposure

His looks made me pause, but his mouth held my attention Talking…Teaching…Telling With clarity and intention He approached There was no hesitation as he assured “I want you; unlock” And I tumbled into submission – by choice and full awareness Made it clear my care matched his and let my zephyrs help us renew Today I crawl … More Full Exposure

The Thief

He stole it. His photographer’s eye watching my face for every shade while his musician fingers played sonatas under the privacy of the table. Every time I got close he pulled back “No. It belongs to me now.” And paused  his manipulations until I was almost back to thinking in coherent sentences. He milked my … More The Thief

Flying

I won’t spread my wings and fly off the cliff if you aren’t willing to stand on the edge and watch me soar Photo by Neil Thomas on Unsplash

Lucid Dreaming

You appeared. I, sleeping, yet awake and aware, never paused to question I, sleeping, yet awake and watching my aura color shift outside of my body creating an LED light display of my emotions You appeared. I sleeping, yet awake and conscious but too empty to manifest. So the colors shifted and aligned based on a predestined … More Lucid Dreaming

For the Gram

I paused the first time I saw one of your photographs scrolling through my feed and found myself involuntarily gripping my lips together. What I saw reached a place inside of me only accesible by a ladder of vulnerability. I realized I was viewing the visual representation of what I wanted my poetry to be. I found … More For the Gram