And sometimes it’s better to counsel with our hearts alone.
I have found that pink buds are perfect within and destined to open. Perhaps it’s the inclusion of personal pronouns in daily life– of singular I, me and plural we, us. A few more days of warmth and it would bloom one need only be patient.
Even cherries as luscious as lips bear secrets, no matter how swift we wish to extract its nectar ease out carefully using a chopstick and the pit should fall through into the bottle.
As soon bathe in eucalyptus mineral bath salt let go of the past it’s searing worries and pain augmented there are few things in this world that are better left unsaid.
Yet, twilight disappeared over the horizon the last vestiges of gutsy purple robbing me of what little courage I had left I stand with my soul stripped for the perusal of night.
This poem after several years of growing up and wisdom shall laugh and ponder upon with unrestrained tears cherishing every moment.
A shade of forgotten dreams, an hour before sunlight hits the stream here the water is emerald darker in the shadows and restrained in light, I want to withdraw agony and give it voice witness stories unfurl from painted lips.
To the fury of gentle yet audacious heart darkness is a love letter silvered with legend, its shimmering sentences like frost at dawn like the lost days of January, my words catch fire only when I write of you when in a moment of weakness I drown into your skin, fear no more than a blank canvass extinguished.
When the last rays of the raspberry sun melt into grey that’s when the cardinals begin to pair up and sing, sometimes I watch them for a while as the blood runs cold through my veins and I remind myself you are now a breath dissolving into decaying city.
Darkness is longing darkness is standing beneath a fragile sky knowing you can never be mine and when the moon arises right before soft lullaby banishes the storm, I shall surrender myself to the night.
Steeped in the stillness of January, in neon lights and empty streets love walks a tightrope where once the grass was green. Now, bare bushes abjure sun
and shadow knowing bowl of lilacs mourn love’s memory; she tries to remember a time before him.
12 A.M. I held my heart as outside it began to rain, the cry of an owl told me the uncaring knew not change they dupe the eyes of men, dare I storm into their hideout and take a chance?
There is a colourable look that you wear that maddens the eye and blows
my mind, words that follow seem dipped in shades of red, this saucy drumming has given me a pain in my head. You see the problem with being the strong one is knowing wooden hearts will never bend. Come morning, come lift me out from the cloud
of darkness, this less than polite percussion and put my suffering
to an end.
Like a smoldering sun, January services like a drum and though the cold keeps surging through
my veins I am embroidered with the sweet desire to live.
Like a cigarette raised to eloquent lips, desire consumes one like the ocean stretching itself until it’s only an inch away from toes. In my mind there is a constant echo of the time I first saw you, the way our eyes met across the hallway. Tell me, is it just me or was there something about the way wind blew that made me want to reach out since feeling was fresh with bloom–
I walk towards you in a velvet blue dress, with the reminder of an errand stirring inside my breast. It felt natural, it felt like morning falling into easy rhythm I am gloriously ignorant of years that are waiting to unravel themselves. What was it about you that drew me like moth to a flame? I wonder up to this very day as the sun turns a shade darker, of berry, blush and a thousand lifelong promises crushed.
I refuse to dwell in the past, to be honest I am bored with the idea of you, it leaves me yearning like a note slipped deep inside the pocket like a secret I am tired of longing for deep conversation, of silken skin to peruse and embrace in truth you are travesty, a lipstick smear and a stain I am dangerously close to changing my perspective. Desire is knowing I can’t have you.