Clouds of white fill up my chest when I see your face.
It’s an overflowing feeling of affection I can’t alleviate.
It won’t escape until I hold you,
Emotion purging from my heart into yours.
My open soul feels surprisingly full
Stuffed with love screaming to break through.
It pounds on the inside of my sternum and I wonder if
perhaps my body is too small a cage.
A belt tightens on my lungs like the old cliché.
We sing the words, but do they feel them like I do?
A ribbon binds my heart to my hands
But it seems more stuck to my sleeve.
“My heart is open to you” he says
And it’s true.
Embrace me, trust me, love me
We can be each other’s Only One.
The world can hate me for my love
But you could be my blanket
To wrap myself up in and sleep away the afternoon.
How the winter always reaches too far into March
And how the cold seemed to puncture my skin
I shivered at the thought and buried myself six feet below sea level
The words mean nothing after long
He lingered at my side
And drilled corkscrew shaped viruses into the back of my skull
Like a worm in an apple
I could tear him in half.
I stood in front of the twisted plant.
It seemed smaller, somehow. Different.
The dry scent of brown bark was faint in the breeze.
I closed my eyes.
My fingers found their way to the rough surface, sliding along the edges and cracks,
searching for a familiar face.
I remembered bright summers shaded
By sweet-smelling leaves, glowing.
I remembered climbing
Limb over limb
To the highest of branches, shaking.
I remembered…
I remembered.
I did not remember getting in the tree
But I found myself balancing, unwedging my sneaker where it once fit.
I found a branch shaped like me, and sat.
We were so warm…
We lounged, unafraid, slobbering our cones of ice cream.
Our little heads peeked through the foliage where birds kept their homes.
I remembered raising my arm and groping over my head for a sturdy branch,
And standing up.
We felt so big in our shoes.
“Couldn’t be more obvious”
She scribbled on a note
previously used for something better.
Everybody knows
and it’s all or nothing now
so head first is the way to go.
Apparently, though,
the way to go is too shallow,
at least before high tide
on a clear, uncluttered afternoon.
“Subtlety’s for suckers”
She thought
And who’da thunk a shy kid like she
would be so explicit?
Is it a phase?
Those teen-age drama days
when the sun’s rays
made her shade her eyes but
set her spectral hair ablaze?
“Exactly what was it I was saying again?”
She said in her head
as she drug the pen.
The words that twist round my tongue and then
bend, transcend your average blend
of syllables and rhyme. and I’m
not certain where I’m going with any of this
but I’m pretty sure I’ll get there
and obviously
you just couldn’t care
It’s 1 AM
You’ve gone away
I shouldn’t care
It’s too cliché
I’m waiting for you
Planning my next move
Why did you do it?
You broke a rule
Now I can’t help
But think about you
It was innocent
How did it turn into this?
Help me think things through
If you love me then I love you
Help me think things through
Put your mind away
I’ll toss mine in the gutter
Let’s speak of simple things
As if we were together
It’s out of hand
Prepare for crash-land
Do you deceive?
Et tu, my friend?
Don’t lead me on
You’ll meet your end
(I’m not so strong
But please do play along)
Help me think things through
If you love me then I love you
Help me think things through
And though you’re hers
And I am his
I hope no pain
Shall come of this
It only hurts
‘Cause I didn’t tell you first
And so I know
I’ll remember a time
When you cared about me
And I wished you were mine
Help me think things through
If you love me then I love you
Help me think things through
Reddish blue and déjà vu
Help me think things through
Filed under: Good Writing
The bracing scent of crushed leaves surprises my senses every time.
It comes on so quickly
Sneaking like a black cat
Scampering across a shadowy street
Pitter-pat
The intense hue of orange seems to
Slip in and
Sequester our society
Until we concede
And yield our prudence for a long month.
Harvest time
We bake pies
The rich aroma of apples and cinnamon.
We carve gourds
Watching for Mars.
The air is thin and my lips chap
The day will soon be upon us.
I can feel in the breeze the spirits
Which will soon possess us
For another haunting night.
Filed under: Bittersweet, Experimental, Good Writing, Non-Fiction, Reflection
broken treetops glow
in the orange morning light
broken and alone
In this box
Three by four
Alone with the sky and you
I hear the sounds
Of the hour
When I melt away in you
I hide away
From cats & dogs
From the blinding pitch of night
I lie down
And close my eyes
And drift into the light
You carry me
You carry me
To the white white birds above
You carry me
You set me free
When you’re all I’m thinking of
Your tranquil tone
Persistent beat
Your rapping at my soul
Rescue me
My one true love
You almost make me whole
