bruised hearts.you used to tuck flowers behind your ears. but that was before. you used to do a lot of things. you used to make tea and biscotti, and we'd eat them and pick at the paint on your yellow dining room table. you used to wear that red dress with the white polka dots. you used to scribble on my white converse with sharpie. you used to play that old second-hand chestnut guitar that you flick rainbow paint on. you dog-eared the pages of your books, and wrote on the sides of them in your careful cursive. but that was all before.More Like This
before he made bruises sprout on your pale arms, and neck, and stomach. before he stole the light from your eyes, and tucked it away in shoeboxes filled with old polaroids and scraps of ribbon. before you developed that habit of flinching whenever anyone came near.
he wouldn't let me see you. I'd knock on your white door, and he'd come and tell me gruffly that you were busy. I haven't seen you since he came at me that one time; I didn't come back. it's been 2 years, 7
mermaid's lamentShe had the tongue to joke like the dolphins and to sing with the whales, but it is not the same as feeling sand through your toes or running along the landscapes like she witnesses while gazing from the rocks.More Like This
"I want to have legs, like them." she would lament while combing seaweed from her hair and lounging among the reefs.
"But it is too dangerous, my daughter. Wouldn't you rather search for pearls and ride the currents?"
The insatiable desire for legs drove her to go further and further to the shore, where she could hear children laughing and musical instruments serenading the heavens.
"I want to have legs, and dance to the music played on the beaches, to pluck the strings of a harp to worship Mother Earth."
"You can twirl in the whirlpools, my lovely child, and sit along the waves to sing the songs of the whales."
Every evening, she rendezvoused with a young sailor. He brought her diamonds and told her secrets of the earth and sky. They kissed each night, but she must always leave
SynesthesiaI fell in love with a pianist's hands.More Like This
They danced across my skin in minuets, his fingers tripping cadenzas up and down my spine. He brushed sonatas through my hair and across my shoulders, pianissimo. I trembled beneath his trills. The primal, earnest rage of Bach swelled in hot crescendos along my throat, beneath my ribs, guided by his hands --- Mozart, coolly logical, raised goosebumps down my arms --- Chopin soothed the fire and finally calmed my hammering heart.
I fell in love with a pianist's hands, listening from the back of the coffee shop while my lungs fought for breath, making wishes until he was gone.
The Ballroom EulogyShe dances in abandoned ballrooms decorated with dusty chandeliers and cobwebbed draperies. Ancient hotel floorboards creak music as she sweeps over them, creating designs in the dirt. Her arms paint pictures in the lukewarm air as her lips form words songs without melodies.More Like This
Writing ballads through the night, she extends her legs and her dreams into the hope that one day someone might ask her name. She haunts the grand staircases and walks down faded red carpet, her eyes alight with stardom that she may never obtain.
Crystal baubles hang from cracked chandeliers and specks of shine glow through the layers of dust and soot that has gathered over years of lost memories and shouldve beens.
Long brown lashes kiss high elegant cheekbones as she bows to an imaginary audience that makes nobles and kings out of spiders and June bugs.
A swirling pirouette executed with diamond cut precision, a gracefully proffered hand that is smooth like porcelain, a fragile strength.
gentleHe entered the room, and she was sitting there, staring out the window, gazing out at the sky.More Like This
He walked over to an adjacent sofa and sat down. "Meditating again?" he asked, smiling.
The girl's gaze did not waver from the softly hued sky. "I did for a bit." This was spoken in a low, clear voice. "And then?" His voice was deep and bright - happy.
"Then the clouds began to form, and I began to think of them. That sort of disturbed the drop-everything-and-stop-thinking session I was attempting to have," she turned around now and grinned. Her teeth were small and white, honey eyes belying the humor of her mouth. A wind came in through the window, ruffling her bluish-black hair.
He raise a rough eyebrow. "What could clouds make you think of?" The soft brown skin of his hands gleamed in the evening light. She shrugged. "Storm clouds, ships, survivors," she listed, nonchalant.
She smiled, excited, and this time her eyes sparkled, too.
"Well, life is a struggle. It's an insane, joyful
Little DreamerIn the corner of the garden is the tree where dreamers meetMore Like This
So sleep little dreamer sleep...
Let sweet slumber take you little dreamer close your eyes
And I'll meet you in the garden where we'll dance with fireflies
We'll search for fallen stars that have crashed into the sea
We'll outrun the sands of time, little dreamer, you and me
Capturing moonbeams in bottles, sending wishes on the breeze
Lying back in the long grass under the canopy of trees
Watching as night fades away and the sun begins to rise
Now it's time to leave the garden little dreamer open your eyes
In the corner of the garden is the tree where dreamers meet
So sleep little dreamer sleep...
While Waiting For YouFields of cotton against the aqua sky, my gaze followsMore Like This
Looking into the horizon as if in the sun I'll see your smile.
Counting balls of fire has become some habit of delight
Even without you here, I still feel your arms tonight.
Criticism speaks within their eyes; I stand alone
But yet I am not afraid walking on my own.
Because when I close my eyes, I still feel the lingering
Taste of your lips as they pressed against mine.
Echoes of your passing words are on permanent replay;
Hold on to tomorrow; it'll come someday.
Your heart in my hands; it is yours I hold
Of Love and Lightening BugsMore Like This
Mommy, I love you so bad
she whispers, with her arms wrapped tightly around me.
her cherub face looks up into mine-
springing auburn curls
and sparkling hazel eyes.
a nose sprinkled with kisses from the sun
the biggest smile you would never want to dim
shared especially with me.
Mommy, can I catch a lightening bug and keep it forever?
her words echo into the diminishing sunset.
I turn away while the words linger for a moment and then fade away
and the lightening bugs dance on the corn tops and stalks of wheat.
She flutters at my feet, much like them
difficult to capture and impossible to contain.
So confident she is, and wistful am I,
I hate to disappoint her, but say anyway-
I'm sorry, little one. Lightening bugs can't live forever.
CrescendosShadows echo across her ribs in the half-light,More Like This
my fingers following the curves of her chest,
like skeleton keys.
Gentle falls of her hair catch in the hollows of her neck
the lines and bows of her spine;
an ellipsis beneath her flesh.
Between my palms, a violin wakes in the dark,
singing breaths and moans in my ear,
rhythmic tunes between ashen sheets,
A musician composing love
between syncopated heart beats.
The pale curls of her breasts,
perfect spheres that ache under my tongue
a soft vermillion blush
skids its fingertips across her nose
long hours whispering the notes and tones of her
across staves of bone.