Caves

Your voice

won’t echo here,

but hover

at my ragged points;

stalactite –

drip dripping steady ‘til

there are mounds

of you

at both my highs

            and lows.

                        11.06.2015

moonlit reds

i sleep with wine-stained lips

to be light on my toes

and a wrangler of [w]reckless emotion.

                                                29.04.15

reBound

I do not welcome
your tiptoe into curious territories.

This is about release
and recovery

solely a thing
of reparation;

making amends for giving
up

immunity
from sly and charming impurities,

prerogative
to be preserved and set apart.

                                    12.16.14

Quench

 Baby pours a double

His fingers are slim, and

Slick from a clumsy spill.

He’s a heavy hand.

My top lip tingles before I’m half in.

He casts a smile

Over the wooden divide

I am whet; procured.

Sentenced.                       

09.08.14

dining in the dark

i take it in, slowly

small bites, as to not aggravate

my cavities, too long unattended

still, like mounds sludging

down a conveyor belt, i can feel

it all making its way down

i feel heavy inside.

it’ll pass, i tell myself

this feeling, it’ll pass

then, another bite, bigger now

because i think i can handle it, endure

as I’m meant to.

                             nov 2013