Stone

Apology escapes you.

You are made of stone

at all the right places.

Gargoyle-

Unwavering, at the edge

and not a pigeon would think

to soil your head.

My love, your

vows, unbuttressed

covenents, sacred

under conditions we cannot control.

But you are stone

As was I

until I crumbled.

            14.06.2015

#5ThingsYouShouldNeverBreak 

a. a promise - unless you can endure the guilt.

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

self-portrait

not quite lost but

seeking a bit of nothingness

to welcome her restless romp.

enough to taste relief,

and she would offer palms;

turn out her pockets.

for a moment

of stillness,

sacrifice comes cheap.

6.2.15

moonlit reds

i sleep with wine-stained lips

to be light on my toes

and a wrangler of [w]reckless emotion.

                                                29.04.15

Breathing Underwater

toe to toe

amends hovering / between us

my chest

bound,

Then burst

rhythm lost

                        Fireflies!

Dancing

            Rave-like            across

My             eyes.

                                                            I’m grasping for breath.

                                                                        I have none.

Once,

Before you,

Before

            Fake love

And            real lust

I could hold my breath forever

Hold out

‘til every ring

from the bottom of the pool

bangled around my little arms

a mermaid bride

decorated.

Before

            Real fear

And            fake commitment.

I would dive in.

Stay down.

Calm.

Safely in danger

But

Toe to toe

Apologies inanimate

And barely fertilized

I am

begging for air

Where there is none

and

But a heart’s beat from the surface.
                                                                        4.19.15

Blessed

I am silly

and sullen with everything

From Tuesday til the Lord’s day,

when I fake it;

Quit for feeling grateful.

Count blessings

hatched

matted,

covered in gunk

          12.29.14

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