The fleshy pink
of your mouth
Heavy with cherry
lingers
You stay without
warning
In this moment
Your head
tilts
lilts
to the left
The squint of
an Eye
an invitation
To bridge the gap
A wisp of breath
a walkway into
You
Devoid of forever
But an instant
Of knowing
Want resides
As we press in prayer
To a god that sleeps
Beneath the shade of
Magnolias overgrown
Wanderlust intrudes
Idle hands begin
to discover hills and valleys
Untouched
The discovery of new worlds
Promises of next time
a lifetime
none of it real
Moments of lost
Visions. You become
the movement
the rhythm
the solace I seek in
absence
Disjointed
arrangements
Falling for a
Hope
that this
movement is
only the beginning
of the end
You remember
to be gentle
Yet
I push you
to an edge
daring you to jump
into the void
of must, of need
Dare we speak?
Wake from
this crimson, this midnight, this loneliness
There is still
A kiss
a reminder that
electricity is in our blood
The tips of our fingers
Shock us to life
The softness of lips
in absent kisses
languid as Sunday afternoons
Sun lazily drifts
through shades drawn
in hopes that this will
never end
that midnight
will stay forever
That we will remain
tangled in this lifetime
Only to find ourselves in
the next
Next time
if there is to be another
we will know
That this isn't the truth
That this isn't our
love to own
to grasp in our hands
so tight that the
that it dies
in the fingers that
once brought us to life
4.27.2009
4.05.2009
What I wore Today!
4.04.2009
Alphabet Song
The armor you wear
Covers the parts of you
That require
Gentle gestures made of strings
Illusions sweet with reason
Now in vibrant explosions
I hear the sounds of a
Xylophone made of stone
Infinite heaviness on
The parched lips of
A figure I dare to kiss
You crave the sweetness
Yet you hide behind
Coats of steel
Enchanting the jezebels
Into believing you
Are the ominous
Treasure they seek
Weathered and worn
I can no longer breathe
Lost in the quiet heights
Of love
Slowly I
Unravel
As a ball of yarn might
You are the reason
For this journey
Back to Zion
Back to the beginning
Of destined hearts crossing paths
Unearthed by the sound
Of our sighs as
one
Covers the parts of you
That require
Gentle gestures made of strings
Illusions sweet with reason
Now in vibrant explosions
I hear the sounds of a
Xylophone made of stone
Infinite heaviness on
The parched lips of
A figure I dare to kiss
You crave the sweetness
Yet you hide behind
Coats of steel
Enchanting the jezebels
Into believing you
Are the ominous
Treasure they seek
Weathered and worn
I can no longer breathe
Lost in the quiet heights
Of love
Slowly I
Unravel
As a ball of yarn might
You are the reason
For this journey
Back to Zion
Back to the beginning
Of destined hearts crossing paths
Unearthed by the sound
Of our sighs as
one
4.01.2009
She
Warm fingers search
the flesh to find
traces of a girl
they once knew.
Explosions
become
midnight reflections
Fingers, hands
reach
but there is nothing left
She found her way
to the edge
of time
There was a calling
Beyond the hands
That fondle her
Truth
fate travels
a thin line
a whisper
that meanders
into silence
the flesh to find
traces of a girl
they once knew.
Explosions
become
midnight reflections
Fingers, hands
reach
but there is nothing left
She found her way
to the edge
of time
There was a calling
Beyond the hands
That fondle her
Truth
fate travels
a thin line
a whisper
that meanders
into silence
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