Touching
name calling
eye rolling
laughter
music
Netflix
soft blankets
touching
warm bodies
weekends
annoyance
butterflies
comfort
chemistry
touching
the only difference
is the touching.
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
tangled
The room is quiet
we are
tangled
in each other
legs around your waist,
sitting in your lap
with your head against my chest
motionless
holding you
like I'm holding you together
in reality your presence
this embrace
is patching me up
washing the infection from my wounds
I'm taking care of me
by taking care of you
we are
silent
and still
tangled.
Thursday, October 13, 2016
Dive
When I get into a pool
I don't wade
the adjustment is too long
I don't have the patience
I like to get a running start
take a deep breath
close my eyes
and dive
headfirst
there's a shock
a splash
immersion
a sharp inhale
and finally
a smile
summer is no time for fear or apprehension
or allowing the threat of cold to put a stop to adventure.
I don't wade
the adjustment is too long
I don't have the patience
I like to get a running start
take a deep breath
close my eyes
and dive
headfirst
there's a shock
a splash
immersion
a sharp inhale
and finally
a smile
summer is no time for fear or apprehension
or allowing the threat of cold to put a stop to adventure.
Myself and I
I enjoy being alone with myself,
I savor my time with her;
I run my fingers along her soft skin
feeling each bump, each hair
each beautiful imperfection;
I like to feel the skin grow taut at the touch
or a cool breeze...
I play with her hair.
I listen to the sounds of her breath
her heartbeat;
her heart...
(I don't worry what my chin looks like
or how my belly moves)
I revel in the warmth of her body
it's gentle curves...
I touch her lips...
I love her
when we are alone.
I feel
truth.
One day I hope;
I may be alone with myself
in the presence of another
(to be alone without
the cold sting
of loneliness)
One day I may share my truth;
In that peace
I will be home
Monday, October 10, 2016
Hot Mess
When I say someone is,
when I say I feel like
a "hot mess"
I do not mean attractive
and a bit disheveled,
I mean they are the smoldering remains
of what was once a warm hearth that ran too hot
and was destroyed by its own glorious passion,
I mean if you have any flammable parts you should not stand too close
or you may ignite.
However I think,
with the right amount of heat,
and the right amount of patience,
any mess can be restored.
when I say I feel like
a "hot mess"
I do not mean attractive
and a bit disheveled,
I mean they are the smoldering remains
of what was once a warm hearth that ran too hot
and was destroyed by its own glorious passion,
I mean if you have any flammable parts you should not stand too close
or you may ignite.
However I think,
with the right amount of heat,
and the right amount of patience,
any mess can be restored.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)