-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.
-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.
<3
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