a shoe box of multi-colored oddities

Dressed in alternate layers of cynicism and belief.

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we bruise together

a simultaneous yellowing 

the purple on his skin

an evidence

same as the acute green

crumbling of my mind 

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kissssssssssss

kiss

his ears

with these

words-

oh sweetness, oh darling,

to hell with it

all of it

cause 

this. is. bliss.

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many one words of love

punch.

like.

ears.

murder.

baileys.

tumble.

letters.

tongues.

choke.

love.

stubbornness.

promises.

absurdity.

cats.

dreams.

bite.

dementia.

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dressed

 in flowers

ruby saffron and lavender

draped 

in gleaming lace

around them stern obliques

coy brokenness

made alluring

with wisps of woven net

and them

sweet stories

dripped in bronze

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I don’t want sanity.

I want adventure.

Little adventures.

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rage. storm.

melt me.

show me.

you care.

make a puddle

of my bones.

kick up

a hurricane fuss.

nothing scares me

more

than a quiet undiluted

apathy from you.

blow a feverish kiss

my way

give me

unhealthy loving

make me

feel something

make me

care

show me

i care still

made of

the coldest granite i was

holding together

a tempest of emotions

break me

i want you to

shatter my walls 

of indifference

cause

i want to love

i want to be in love

i want to not

be scared anymore

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under a willow tree

cross legged

and brimming

with silver threads

of untamed questions

sit. here. wild. creature.

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why would
you hide
the nicest part
of you?

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in an alternate universe
i could be running wild
barefoot
in the cobbled streets
of far away
and maybe just maybe 
dreaming of this life

it almost happened
almost
where i’d have been
bundled up
in scarves
and buried
in cotton snow.

so so close
to answering
all those questions
and the wanderings
of this restlessness
that carries
my toes

so so close
i can taste
the nip in the air
there i can see
the cheery cherry blossoms scattered
and trailing the hem 
of my dress

of the rock structures cold
pierced with stories
where i may lean
my head against the wall old
and the memories
that may permeate
my skin

and may i then
be there
with you
to absorb
the magic
of it
all?

and may we kiss
sweet and tender
against that rock cold
and take some
of that beauty with us
to wherever
the winding road goes

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like an anthem 

i sing

of you