When I saw you dressed, the tie you choseIt brought forth something in my soulTo know you put me on like clothesAnd let me slink around your throatI keep my dream in reposeAnd find a way to gently holdMy story safe and distant, coldUntil I discover that you stole inside and toldMe of your thoughts,…
Fireworks of truthExploding all around meAnd I wish that you were hereBecause I love your ooohs and ahhhsAnd I want you to show me which ones are dangerousAnd the ones ordinaryAnd the ones that I should photographAnd try to hold on.
How fortunate we are to live at a time when broken hearts can be mended. We put in stints and pacemakers. Have pills to make your blood pump clean and transfuse your loss with new life. would that we offered such care to ourselves when the wounds are invisible and disfunction undetected by diagnostics and…
I wish I had more compassion for what you're going through The genes that make you willing to say “I wish that it were me.” but I sit here in the dark thanking God that it’s not me. this just makes me afraid. like death is contagious but my children are safe and sleeping through…
AStrongWomanIn LoveBecomesA womanIn loveSoftFeminineVulnerableTo his strengthWeaken by his gazeAttentive to his needAndRattled by his touch. A strong womanIs no differentThan any otherWhen aloneEven for a momentWith a manWho she loves.
When you look at me like thatAnd you run your fingersthrough your hairAdjust yourself in your chairLeaning back just soAs you clear your throat.Your eyes cheat downAnd you turn awayLike a schoolboy caughtAdmiring his teacherWhen he should be learning. And you find a wayTo say this is workAnd I'm on the clock. So I put…
Love can wax and waneLike the the moon.Sometimes strong and powerfulOthers weak and timidThe moon begins her ascentOpens herselfAnd displays her full beautyAnd love for the earth.Then she falters in imperfectionFades gently from viewAnd settles into obscurityUntil she loves again.
Not naive or innocentnot childish or childlikebut full of life unbounded by customor knowing betterVacillating from hate to loveand back again.always back again.
The innocence of desire Without regret Without inspiring Doubt or pain Childlike wanting Of love and joy To build you up And help you grow. The innocence of desire That pulls you in To her gravity Of purpose and poignant form With nothing in reserve To hold you up If it all turns to Turpentine.…