my morning

on a morning like this
i can easily forget you exist
that i never met you
that i never never
never
never.
why
do i do the same things
on a morning like this
i can pretend i don't care
about you or your big plans
and be resentful
reprieve from the way
i ought to move my lips and feet
tripping over words and wires
on a morning like this
i can forget and forgive
the force with which i forage for love
in a raining forest.

kill devil thoughts

i had necessities i'd never need -
an intention never met.
we were picked up and put in motion
to a somewhere we never went.
the road was long and lonely
but i had hope there by my side,
a cantaloupe for your thoughts
and a peach for mine.

there were fireworks in the darkness
set off by blistered fumbling hands
our silhouettes huddled together
illuminated on kill-devil sand.
so we left our trash and set back
on that path to the car
and re-traveled that road
on which we'd come so far.

later we were back at that place -
near to the beginning
but not in the same space.
once again coupled and deeply breathing
but the fireworks just weren't there
i whispered into your slumbering ear,
"thank you.
this is what my dreams were made of."

spoons

Elliot in the background,
Lulling us into lollypop-happy fantasy
Under a green blanket we cuddle, scarves on,
Heart to heart
Beat to beat.
Whispering into the bejeweled sky.
Running my fingertips over your lips
Tickling you behind your ears
As you plait the hair by my neck,
Sigh warm breath into the crispy air
And feel it bite your nose in return
Spirited autumn red orange and gold,
A moment of rest
A glimpse at peace.
I’m glad I got to share this with you.

blushing stars

i want to run into your arms and tumble,
legs entwined,
to the ground.
i want to roll around in your arms and kiss you
while the stars blush and huddle closer together.
you crumbled my fortress with a smile.
the little things you do
speak louder than you will ever need to.
i didn't remember that i could feel this way.

where is that girl?

where is that girl?
the one who wends
and weaves with words
it is absurd that
i do not know her now.
she has become
the other side of the mirror
(that mirrored woman mocks me).

how dare she look so wise,
so young.
which one of me
am I?
how can she know
what i have forgotten?
She who is so brave
how can she show
what was coming?

pop

pop pop pop
beat beat beat
tap my toes
dancin down the street
dreams were you
and dreams were good
until this moment
i've misunderstood
but now i'm seeing clearer!!!

untitled love poem

on nights such as this
when the amphibian symphony
wanes with the waxing
Moon, I can't help
but imagine my heart
this massive pump feeding my body
my breath in
and  out
out and in
my heart is a lark
flapping against my chest
bones and beak and wing
my heart is a singing loon
and silly Moon
my heart is thumping rapidly.
my soul is still
waiting
waiting
waiting like a dove
heart tucked beneath wing 
still
listening, stilled beating
and silly Moon when
you go to sleep
the Sun brings out the new day
and my menagerie 
tweet and whistle
and strain against their bony bars.
I am free!
I am free,
they sing
the Moon to sleep.
(i am free!)

(i am free!)

                           (Free as a bird!)

         

                (Free.)

zzzzz.

rough draft 2

i am not afraid
to sleep alone
is this supposed to be
what makes and
breaks what
exactly do you want
you coward
you control control
remote and lonely
never alone and you still
keep calling me\
softly sweetly
lies like code lies
timelines mean nothing
here I am.
here as now as always
has will ever be
what do i have to learn
to lean into my sails
to make souls take
expedient voyages
for foreign, sun-kissed 
Spaces.

_______

believe me when i tell you i grieve
believe me when i speak my truth.
believe that i love you
believe that this hurts me (as much as you do)
believe that this is ________
goodbye.

words are weapons

because Your words
hurt harder than Your fists.
because Your words hurt
the secret sweet sensitive soulscapes
within Me.
because within Me I hold secrets
that not even I could not know
nor
imaginate
nor
intimate
to You they are Lies
Secrets, You
discombobulate.
I am elated in finding 
the futile fruits of your Labours
piled high and rotting
in the brutal sum of My Answers.


No words or fists
No more Lies loosed
from our lips.

good lovin'

love is awesome!
love is strange.
love is complicated
and too simple.
Love takes work.
Love needs to grow.
In Self Love, Romantic Love, and Love of all things...
When it's good, it's good.

simple truths

be who you want
be who you are
love what you are
love who you want.

Untitled (love water)

i am the Lake

with depths uncharted 

and unexplored.

i am the turbulent River.

i am the gentle Brook

that runs alongside the meadow

beneath the sycamore tree.

i am the Rain in the clouds.

I am the Water.

You are the Sea.

i run through your hands,

i run back to you,

always.

We are a cycle.

We are a rhythm

endless

changing

perpetual

form is meaningless.

Love is the water.

Water is everything.

honest words

writing with twisted wrists
wringing wrists together
try to rub a nickel and time
fall down the consumer ladder.


writing twisted truths with wit
witty truths from twisted wrists
writing honest from whispered lips
writing honest through twisted quips.