after elizabeth bishop (and for a friend)
last night i dreamed that
you loved me.
you took the moon
from its place in the the sky
and laid it in the white palms of
my open hands,
which set the white orb free,
the gentle toss becoming
the flight of wing on salty breeze.
its reflection passed over
deep and limitless,
but spangled with phosphorescence
mimicking the aching starlight above,
and then the bird was gone...
my hands left open
a silver basin of borrowed light,
shining from the night
of another poem.
Of Innocence and IndecencyHis smile tasted like sour candiesOf Innocence and Indecency4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and his eyes reminded her
of broken dolls and beheaded toys.
His hands felt like snakes,
coiled around her porcelain thighs like ropes
and his breath reminded her of rotting leftovers.
she was only a child
(but not for long
Dysmorphic Feature.my skin prickles asDysmorphic Feature.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i breathe in anxiety
and choke on your pulse.
you have me strung like a bow,
at the edges: an
arch bent towards you by
deft fingers leaving burning
my body, contorted to fit yours
now seems deformed without it.
Alone Once MoreI find myself alone once again.Alone Once More7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My fingers trace over the velvety smoothness,
ready to begin.
A soft slow push triggers a low sound.
Another push, another sound.
More pushing, light and soft.
No need to rush, tempo is key.
Traveling up, up, up until I reach the top.
Nowhere else to go.
The pounding starts.
Never wanting to stop, but somehow needing the end.
Both hands gliding, fingers aching.
PerspectiveYears of torment ravage me,Perspective6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So many things I hide,
All batter uncontrollably,
And eat me up inside.
My words are nothing anymore,
The musics left my head,
My clarity walks out the door,
My bodys full of lead.
I opened up to try and change,
To try and make some sense,
Of all the fear and all the pain,
Of numbness I dispensed.
Yet Im so raw and very sore,
I cannot see the light,
Through all the sadness I ignored,
My small pathetic plight.
How can I moan that Im alone?
And dealing with this stuff?
When there are those without a home?
And cannot eat enough.
When there are those who lose a spouse,
Or lose a child one day,
When there are those whos only house,
Is crumbing away.
I am to help all those in need,
To always love and care,
To suffer for this worthy deed,
I guess is rightly fair.
writhe writhewrithe4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a word you say in the dark
dark whispers of pleasure filled words
words for the moment
moments for the imagination
say it in a whisper
whisper softly in the dark
while you both