I’m a slick vicious
a sweet tune
the shock of love
a cold stone
light form of a feather
Beauty, Boarders & Breadcrumbs
Middle of Nowhere
There’s a wooden brick house
no worries
Never on time
not exactly
there
It’s rests between the desert
and the middle of nowhere
Guarded by charcoal beasts
perched on the rooftop
Salivating
Pouring shields
Where are we
That house
wasn’t real
I’m the only one who sees it
Something To Miss
Did you lose me baby
in the tumbleweeds
by the mire
my mere lover
You seek to admire me baby
Are you proud?
Are you proud of me?
.
Lady fly away
give me something to miss
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Risk
I knew you were forbidden
from the moment you wrote me.
This is a minute risk.
You are safe with me.
A Dose
I dance around my grounded sun
I ask her if it’s okay
She moans
and says
worry not of the sacrifice
Her purpose is to die each season
to remind us of light
how it feels
lay a dose of her
Drenched
A decade ago
a sewn lifetime
stole a kiss and
with many lessons
came a whiter circle
more clever with drive
knowing freedom was drenched
in the rivers of letting go
June 15, 2024
My, my, my, X.
Wind-chimes braid themselves
up and down my core,
shivers down my spine, fingers spaced apart.
My center solidifies and my mind melts—
a proper malfunction…
.
Sometimes I wonder if he sees me.
I see him.
No pressure, no law.
I need X for certain things,
he needs me for certain things.
.
It won’t last,
I hold on to the now.
Let go.
Lean…
.
I think we can be good for each other.
I reject the law
that says only permanence has worth.
Connection is enough,
even if it shifts and dissolves.
.
Our fingertips touch—
flashing life, lust, tenderness.
I’ve never seen his eyes before.
I recognize his touch as my own.
I remember the caress of every lover.
.
I don’t know him
But his wild is my wild.
I honor what we are,
without demanding what we are not.
I want.. I don’t receive..
I’m too solid
There’s something I’d..
I can see..
If he falls
For You
i look at you
seeing
iridescent color
the whole spectrum of feelings
it’s instinct to summon
for you
call on the Gods
for you
trim the slivers of my heart that owns you
shed the skin
that touched you
Crystal Clear Confusion
The center is a labyrinth.
We close our eyes to seek it
It likes to absorb itself
in hues of the abyss
Our fragments hide and seek
Bend at the pond
That foreign transparent center
Crystal clear as confusion
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