poetry
-
I made you too uncomfortable. To many questions beyond your comprehension “How can I support you?” “What do you need in a relationship?” “What does honesty mean to you?” My third eye inquisitive and recognizing frightened you with its accuracy You never knew if you could measure up to the man I saw in you…
-
I took some of your burden. To create a space to place myself. To create a space for me to breathe To place my late night fears But you overflowed I couldn’t keep up Too many Too much Too few Fair exchange is no robbery But this wasn’t fair. There was no exchange. I carried…
-
“I thought the world would revolve without us,” the singer sang The world demanded them their time their energy their gifts But in each other, they created a space only penetrable by a shared heartbeat Breathes slowed Stressed eased Spirits whispered With the kiss of lips, phones forgotten Waking up to fifteen messages and three…
-
I was smiling When your words made the first cut effortlessly I felt no pain when my skin opened I didn’t feel the scalpel going deeper past skin then muscle then tissue Until you reached a door buried deep inside making me aware of its existence And shined a bright light across all the cavities…
-
Thoughts Melancholy Needing to be held To transfer To receive To submit To be dominated To relieve myself To give over thought But trust But trust But trust Not for the faint of heart Not for the weak Physical Raw But fear But doubt But over thinking But this Stevie Wonder But this overjoyed But…
-
A mirror reflecting no judgement Your silence Non response Letting me say anything Be anything Open No judgement No response I prattle on and on While you sit Silent I don’t bother with your thoughts Only mine
-
It had never been phrased to her like that before. That the act of creating a story for someone was creating a universe. An act more intimate than sharing physical space. Was she reckless with her gifts? Or was her gift to create infinite galaxies for those who occupied her nebula for a period of…
-
I used to be a poet Until I fell in love I used to be a poet And dream about putting you into haikus Singing sonnets about your smiles Iambic pentameter about your interactive love and rhymes I used to be a poet And use the colors of the rainbow to describe you Your skin…
-
light feather touches, excite me so light i can barely feel them leaving me tingling vibrating all over slowly, tracing circles over my breast, they swell like dark choclate kisses and you sample one into your mouth you ake it savoring the chocolate flavor i moan, and a little bead of moisture begins to gather…
Wandering & Wondering 