Category: Poetry

the beauty that existed among us danced through my words
and the syllables fluttered around weaving memories
so that when we were old we could look back and giggle
remember the time we…
so we’d dive in to another chapter from the memoirs we mentally wrote for us both
as we grew and learned to live and love
but i’ve guessed i’ve burnt the memory book we shared
and i know i still love you
so here’s to a love i never doubted
and an apology for all those times i questioned myself.

arguably,
the only time my body
doesn’t ache
when you’re away
is when the sun
falls against my arm
in the sky
and i realize its this
same sun
that wakes you
(in your morning)
you can see it
now
and i imagine
the warmth
of us
touching
while the sun
finds us
some morning

i always want to be the camera
to a photographer
and you, dear,
are no different.

our stories
formed a castle
made of sand
eroded only by rain

rain that echoes
with thunder
our every feeling
and the lightning
of so many dreams
that rested to die
behind our eyes

the sandy moat
following the storms
developed a reflection
of beauty in our minds.

i always want to be the mother
of a daughter
and you, dear,
are no different.

we died there,
in the winter,
our boney frames
becoming skeletons
as our sinewy flesh
and feeling died away
so that our boughs
which used to interlock
so gracefully
bent low to the earth now.

i can offer no hope
of rain
right now:
only the memory and promise
of a history of fertile soil.

your lips are stretched apart
by your tongue
and my lips hold them down
waiting
for the feeling of muscle against teeth
again
the sweet release
and i told you in every way
but with words
i want you.

our bodies crush together
holding me down
one way
and then the other
while we breathe
so slowly
afraid to squander
all our oxygen
in case this cell means
we die.

and i hope
that when we die
we just feel nothing
just the relaxation
in our chest and muscles
as what was set to end
collapses
slowly on us both
i hope you need me,
like i do.

your lips are stretched apart
by your tongue
and my lips hold them down
waiting
for the feeling of muscle against teeth
again
the sweet release
and i told you in every way
but with words
i want you.

our bodies crush together
holding me down
one way
and then the other
while we breathe
so slowly
afraid to squander
all our oxygen
in case this cell means
we die.

and i hope
that when we die
we just feel nothing
just the relaxation
in our chest and muscles
as what was set to end
collapses
slowly on us both
i hope you need me,
like i do.

my heart attached itself to you
so long ago
when you were my keeper
before you were my friend
and now i seek you
pleasantly and accidently
we express in sentences
the words no one else will speak of with me
and i supress internally
the words i only speak of
to everyone else.

i remember when you learned the truth about me
in the stories of someone else
i love dearly
i hope you know
i love dearly.

the queen comes
and the bed shakes
while her screams
silence
he who hears them
and the whole world
follows
each command
without question
of her motives;
instead,
asking: to
whom will she marry?

no matter
the number
of “no one”‘s
she answers
this policy
does not change
she is always:
jezebel,
the one who
made up her face
to win
with the power
only her sex
possessed.

still,
the covers kept
turning
themselves down
and
the policies kept
writing
themselves until
at once
the beauty politic faded
and only the words
remained.

the beanstalks
slithered up the legs
of you and your lover
when you first
happened to fall
on each other
twisting themselves
around your finger
and tying knots
so you could never forget
the good times

the leaves grew
encompassing more
than just your vision
and those same stalks
kept spinning
around and around
until neither of you knew
what was truth
or what was real
or which of you was the culprit

and there i was,
near sleep in the same room
tramping around
as he strummed his guitar
and you sang along
jaded enough
to recognize
you each loved this song
more than you loved each other
anymore

but who’s to say
this love is wrong
and
who should be the one to save you?

come lie with me.

maybe you thought
the anvil
was your hands
against my shoulders
pushing me face first
into the dirt
where i choked
on every gasping breath
but then
you let me go
and turned too quickly to see
the anvil
is my skeleton
weighting me against the earth