The Anthropology of Love (PG-13 again)

Old stuff and new stuff and medium stuff.


-2 Ay Em-

Sleepy eye slants
Arms criss cross bodies
Chests against backs
Kisses plant freckles
Shy gazes into blue pools
Lips graze cheek bones
Fingers dance in hollow shoulder pockets
I am drunk in your 2am beauty


-Number Two-

You don't deserve my words or thoughts or a poem about you.


-Anthropology of Love-

I open the chest and pull out my artifacts.
Dried flowers, love letters, polaroids.
My only hope for keeping my heart in and my head out
   Is to pretend that I'm merely a casual observer of this game.
You told me that my milk and honey are locked deep away,
And that no one has dared taste it.
No- that I haven't dared to open door and let it overflow,
  Out into the streets,
     Out where children play
        Out where sun rays dance
           Out where he waits for me.
You say I live with wild abandon
   That I traipse in and out
     That I sing my siren song.
How can I give my most beautiful parts to careless lovers
   Who fumble and drop and trip and stab?
Heart in head out.
Or, better yet,
   Heart out, head out.
I'll seal away the mementos
And I'll keep my milk and honey for myself.


-Rumi-

I will hold you softly in my arms.

I will kiss the places where the sun has kissed you.

I will wrap my fingers in yours and entwine our pulses together.

I will fall in love with you.

Sometimes I’ll doubt if you’ll leave me or love me.

It’s not you, love.

It’s those who have walked and walked away before you.

Your heart wound is centered in mirror to mine.

We carry the raw between our breasts.

Maybe we can open up our heart wounds and let love heal and make anew.

Rumi said, “The wound is the place where the light enters you.”

You hold the sky in your eyes- infinite galaxies and eternal star shine live there.

Sometimes I can’t bring myself to look.

I’m afraid I’ll see love.

And what would I do with that?



-Moonlight Sonata-

We shed our clothes
The crisp air tickled our bare skin
Pale moonlight lazily trickled down through dark trees
My eyes graze your glowing body
Night is electrified by our sparks
We silently slip into the cool, still water
You pull me in to your warmth
Your tender kisses send molten pulses to my toes
Your eyelashes are dusted with moon beams
We hold each other in our own moonlight sonata.


-Journey to 7 Cumberland Ave-

I followed the orange cat
     lying seductively on the bottom steps of my porch
         his eyes flashing in the moonlight

He led me places
     punctuating the ribbon of time
         where steps are counted in twos
             and firecrackers burst above heads.

I tried to seek shadows
     and tread in the shrouds of ebony
                      away from pale, haunting faces.


-Pageant-

The dirt under my nails is from working with the earth.
Your hands are soiled from judging my worth.


-Easter Worms-

Sidewalk wet with new rain
The sodden earth smell rising from the ground
Her little white Easter shoes dodge the worms seeking refuge from the flood.

Mint Leaves and Rattlesnake Poison (Rated PG-13)

I've had a very frustrating, soul-crushing writer's block that has barred me from connecting my head and my heart and paper in an authentic way over the past 6-7 years or so.  In June, something shifted (thanks to the wayward sands of the Arizona desert) and all the walls came tumbling down.  So I've started writing again.  And I'm looking into the next steps to take in order to get my stuff out in the world.  For now, I've put some of my favorite musings below:

--------Summer 2012 Stuff-------

Glow (aka Hadley Commons Haiku)

(8/17/12)

Reach up and touch night
The orange moon slips its glowing
Ring on my finger.

Number Four

(9/6/12)

Being with you is breathing.
No thought or consciousness.
Easy silence and soft kisses.
Heavy sinks into my tide pools.
Standing in myself.
See you stand in yourself.
We smile.

Steel

(8/21/12)

i try to stand strong in myself, remember my love and my joy and my passion.
i cover myself in shell.
and i can’t keep it from cracking as i lay next to you.
i trace your collarbone with my finger and we discuss your scars.

you say you are leaving.
you say you already have a love.
i say you are dangerous.

i stop myself from spilling out through my cracks.
i make steel from my melted parts.
i pull away.

i run run run.
i run along the river.
the wind catches my hair and my breath stops in my chest.
if i keep going, faster and faster, will i not have to think?

and this deep heart wound, that is centered between my breasts, starts to ache again.

and, as i seal it off, i steal away from the world.

Rattlesnake Poison

(6/19/12)

I ended up in jail for trespassing on the gallows.
Give me ghosts and monsters.
All my nightmares are of you.

Hurricane

(8/23/12)

You dropped from the sky.
You splashed all around me with your fury.
You sucked me up and eroded my sharp parts.
You showered me in kisses.
You swayed me back and forth in your deep waves.

I’m blinded and turned upside down.
My gut is clenched and my skin is electric.

The past six years are threatening to burst forward from my chest.

And as I lay gulping for air, trying to remember how to fill my lungs,
You roar away, leaving little traces of your destruction.

And I am left standing here, drenched, scared, and in pieces.

-------Old Stuff-------

(circa 2005-2006)

Mint Leaves

I want to take those few words that you say to me

  And put them in my mouth,

    chew the flavor,

      exhaust the taste.

You barely give me enough sustenance to survive.

But I'll take what I can get.

Laura's Heavy Metal Song

It's a fucking SUNday,

I was walking down the road and the Jesus-Family,

the All-American Dream Fuckers,

pulled up in their family car.

2 kids strapped in the back,

asking how to get to the Bingo Hall.

But I'm too strung out to understand. 

I'm too strung out about this life.

I keep walking slowly and the people rush by.

I step into your place and further into chaos.

You beckon me over and casually rest your arm on the counter.

You explain that She's here.

She's sitting right over there.

And She's a powder keg, waiting to explode.

And Him- he's the spark.

And He's yet to come.

And Me and You, waiting for the show.

Come and see the show!

And then

the explosion.

Not as intense as the spectators had hoped.

But I turn my ear to listen to the false faces and mild words.

I leave your work and start out again.

A man stares at me with hollowed eyes.

His dog is yanked down the sidewalk by his chain.

I arrive at Kim's house to drop off the false personality that I used last night.

And I turn around.

The cold snow is making burn marks on my cheeks,

Like the scornful kisses from past loves.

Fucking past loves.

Scale

My mood bracelet says that I'm "normal to passionate."

Thank Heavens!  Who would want obscurity and detachment?

Triangle Stoic

(12/17/06)

Waxing and waning

The ebb and flow

The push and pull 

Of our bodies now.

Heavy

The weight settles my center,

calms my churning,

  and brings a still clarity

    and new eyes

      and new perspectives.

Under this weight,

I find new freedom, happiness, stillness.

I hope this weight stays.

Skin

(12/30/06)

I only write songs when it rains 

because I'm too distracted by the sun

And the way it shines off your honey skin.

The Apocalypse

The green blue cataclysms

burst of earth crust

spatter of the oceans

the 

  circle 

    seizing

      in 

        a

          giant

            sneeze.

"God Bless You!"

You fools.

Where is your God now?

Insomnia

Your shadow follows your pen as you write,

A chasing game with the light from your lamp.

You are but a honey breeze minced with the heaviness of summer night.

I know that your words are a sweet breath of fresh air,

And your spirit is a hilarious breath of spontaneity.