Break
I don’t need –
your sympathy,
used theorems
on the quantum mechanics
of attraction,
distraction,
chemical reaction.
Of the breaking
of glass,
shattering preconceptions.
You fond –
solace
in my curves,
sinuous synapses,
tender heart
but no pull
of the ocean waves
no gravity,
no phases of the moon.
I’m left –
with shards
of words, stabbing
like rakes,
emotions
dripping
from chandeliers
like blood,
with no one
but me
to blame.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Solace, and Ocean Waves
Solace, and Ocean Waves
Can I find solace
in what you’ve left me here?
Broken heart, bruised ego,
swollen lips. Tattered memories
of our very last kiss, last touch.
Your body wrapped around mine
in the dark, so close I could
feel your pulse against my back,
intrinsically knowing “this is home”,
“this is home”. I was wrong.
You didn’t join us in the water,
choosing instead to beach yourself
on the sand, and it should have been
a sign of distance, of distancing yourself
but I never noticed. And now, I cry
myself to sleep at night,
wishing you had chosen me.
Can I find solace
in what you’ve left me here?
Broken heart, bruised ego,
swollen lips. Tattered memories
of our very last kiss, last touch.
Your body wrapped around mine
in the dark, so close I could
feel your pulse against my back,
intrinsically knowing “this is home”,
“this is home”. I was wrong.
You didn’t join us in the water,
choosing instead to beach yourself
on the sand, and it should have been
a sign of distance, of distancing yourself
but I never noticed. And now, I cry
myself to sleep at night,
wishing you had chosen me.
Poets & Liars
Poets & Liars
Plato penned poets as liars.
Thrice removed from the subjects of their idolations,
their knowledge sorely lacking,
easily dismissed from society were they.
If this rings true, my dear,
then I, among all poets, am most wicked,
penning half-truths to, and of, you
until you cannot stomach
my saccharine praises –
of hand and eye and foot,
of touch, of voice.
My odes ring too deep
for our half-winded love affair.
We were over before we’d begun,
just pottery fragments
discarded by the failing artist,
another grand liar, like me.
Plato penned poets as liars.
Thrice removed from the subjects of their idolations,
their knowledge sorely lacking,
easily dismissed from society were they.
If this rings true, my dear,
then I, among all poets, am most wicked,
penning half-truths to, and of, you
until you cannot stomach
my saccharine praises –
of hand and eye and foot,
of touch, of voice.
My odes ring too deep
for our half-winded love affair.
We were over before we’d begun,
just pottery fragments
discarded by the failing artist,
another grand liar, like me.
Mirror, Mirror
Mirror, Mirror
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
I’m not the fairest of them all.
My hair’s too dull, my eyes too dark,
I lack that certain, vital spark.
The boys, they laugh instead o stare,
I’m not beautiful beyond compare.
My legs are long but far too thick,
I’m slow and lazy, my mind’s not quick.
I run away instead of fight,
my will too weak, my strength too light.
My hands, they shake, when he is near,
he envies my height, I’m full of fear.
This heart of mine, it falls too fast,
my love affairs burn too hot to last.
The tears I shed turn not to gems,
I’m far too pitiful for any men.
This cross I bear, easily it lifts,
when I’m onstage, I show my gifts.
For this voice I have, none can compare.
I am much more when I’m up there.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
I’m not the fairest of them all.
My hair’s too dull, my eyes too dark,
I lack that certain, vital spark.
The boys, they laugh instead o stare,
I’m not beautiful beyond compare.
My legs are long but far too thick,
I’m slow and lazy, my mind’s not quick.
I run away instead of fight,
my will too weak, my strength too light.
My hands, they shake, when he is near,
he envies my height, I’m full of fear.
This heart of mine, it falls too fast,
my love affairs burn too hot to last.
The tears I shed turn not to gems,
I’m far too pitiful for any men.
This cross I bear, easily it lifts,
when I’m onstage, I show my gifts.
For this voice I have, none can compare.
I am much more when I’m up there.
Other Than You
Other Than You
Okay, so we’ll play this game,
I’ll pretend I don’t love you
and you’ll pretend not to care
when I cry myself to sleep
or throw my arms around you
and beg you not to go.
You lose yourself in her, but
are you thinking of me instead,
are you remembering
the way my lips taste,
how my eyes roll back
and my fingers gripped your shoulders,
how you kissed me
like you never wanted to let me go?
I can’t see myself with anyone
else, even when he touches me
I can’t feel anything but
your touch, I see your face,
lips open, breath coming heavy,
the way your eyes scrunched up
when you let yourself go,
when we crested this wave
together. He never cares, you see.
I don’t want to see myself
with anyone else,
other than you.
Okay, so we’ll play this game,
I’ll pretend I don’t love you
and you’ll pretend not to care
when I cry myself to sleep
or throw my arms around you
and beg you not to go.
You lose yourself in her, but
are you thinking of me instead,
are you remembering
the way my lips taste,
how my eyes roll back
and my fingers gripped your shoulders,
how you kissed me
like you never wanted to let me go?
I can’t see myself with anyone
else, even when he touches me
I can’t feel anything but
your touch, I see your face,
lips open, breath coming heavy,
the way your eyes scrunched up
when you let yourself go,
when we crested this wave
together. He never cares, you see.
I don’t want to see myself
with anyone else,
other than you.
Nymphette
Nymphette
She twirls, an innocent
pixie dust pirouette,
glittering in the lamplight,
a stray carnival pinwheel.
He is still, on the sidewalk,
transfixed, as her dress
blows upward in the wind
and he cannot help but stare.
Expanse of leg, pretty, turned ankle,
knobby knee.
She laughs and he longs
to be the source of her laughter,
the pale, upturned face,
long lashes, eyes dark
with forbidden thoughts.
His hand reaches out,
grasps a curl,
and she is gone,
traipsing through the lavender
back to safety’s door.
A whisper on the wind –
“I’ll wait for you”.
She twirls, an innocent
pixie dust pirouette,
glittering in the lamplight,
a stray carnival pinwheel.
He is still, on the sidewalk,
transfixed, as her dress
blows upward in the wind
and he cannot help but stare.
Expanse of leg, pretty, turned ankle,
knobby knee.
She laughs and he longs
to be the source of her laughter,
the pale, upturned face,
long lashes, eyes dark
with forbidden thoughts.
His hand reaches out,
grasps a curl,
and she is gone,
traipsing through the lavender
back to safety’s door.
A whisper on the wind –
“I’ll wait for you”.
Bonded
Bonded
Flood me in your ocean.
I’m ready, to sink or swim,
to be pulled along the sandy bottom,
just please don’t let go
until I’m ready.
I’m so unsure, unsteady,
on these newfound legs
like a colt, learning to stand.
I’ll get there, I just need
you, to lean on, for a moment,
only a moment.
It hurts to spread these wings.
I know I need, I feel, I yearn,
to fly. But it’s terrifying.
You pull me back to earth
by a tether, not a leash,
more like an unspeakable bond
that holds us together.
Flood me in your ocean.
I’m ready, to sink or swim,
to be pulled along the sandy bottom,
just please don’t let go
until I’m ready.
I’m so unsure, unsteady,
on these newfound legs
like a colt, learning to stand.
I’ll get there, I just need
you, to lean on, for a moment,
only a moment.
It hurts to spread these wings.
I know I need, I feel, I yearn,
to fly. But it’s terrifying.
You pull me back to earth
by a tether, not a leash,
more like an unspeakable bond
that holds us together.
Morgan
Morgan
This is the promised land,
this stretch of bed between us
where our hands form bridges,
fingers curled tightly.
Where our lips first met
and introduced me to love,
our heads spinning
and I had to pull away
just to breathe awhile.
This is the promised land,
this stretch of bed between us
where our hands form bridges,
fingers curled tightly.
Where our lips first met
and introduced me to love,
our heads spinning
and I had to pull away
just to breathe awhile.
Replaceable
Replaceable
Fool me once, shame on you,
fool me twice, shame on me.
So place the shame, give me the blame,
because I let myself forgive you
over and over again,
claiming you had changed.
We were two halves of the same whole,
or a fire burning out of control,
burning far too hot to last.
Quiet intimacies in the darkness,
the only sound breaking over us
was our whispered intentions.
How could you throw it away so easily?
I didn’t know I was as replaceable
as you could make me feel.
Fool me once, shame on you,
fool me twice, shame on me.
So place the shame, give me the blame,
because I let myself forgive you
over and over again,
claiming you had changed.
We were two halves of the same whole,
or a fire burning out of control,
burning far too hot to last.
Quiet intimacies in the darkness,
the only sound breaking over us
was our whispered intentions.
How could you throw it away so easily?
I didn’t know I was as replaceable
as you could make me feel.
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