Saturday, March 20, 2010

Residue

You took my soul, loved it with all of you
But I wasn't good enough to fight for
You took my soul, squeezed the life out of it
Gently, without you or I knowing

You left your fingerprints to haunt me
When I am sleeping, when I am lonely
You left your sweet tasting fingerprints
To remind me it will never be the same

I cannot forgive you for stealing my faith
Sixteen was too young to find a soul mate
I cannot forgive you for stealing the part of me
That could love without fear of being trampled

You swirl, swirl, swirl like the residue in a teacup
That is meant only to be thrown away
I swirl, swirl, swirl in my own confusion
In limbo between the past and present

Look at me now, a shell, an amputee
How will I find someone who will accept this
Look at me now if you can stand to see it
I wait for someone to bring me back to life

If I could go back, I would pry
Out of your hands my most fragile parts
If I could go back, I would take my soul
And save it for someone better than you


Summer Day

Heat sweating.
You laugh.
We tickle.
You say little jokes
Small little jokes.
We find shade
Only to laugh more.
Only to touch
Gently. Pretend
It didn't happen.
Eyes dance
Mine laugh
With intensity.
Sudden joy
That you are here
Listening
Not listening
Looking the other way.
I pull you towards me
Pushing letting go
Closer
Then further.
It's a game.
The laughter sinks in
Like the sunlight
In the city's heat.
I told you secrets
Little dark spiders
That web in my brain.
You understand.
Strangers no more
I have found you.
Discovery
That makes day
Lighter fuller
With laughter
Silliness
Immaturity
Playfulness.









Monday, March 08, 2010

Taboo

It began with a playful fight on a lawn
Little shoves and tugs from which were born
Something, a spark, a tiny flicker
A trickling stream that was bound to get thicker

Tickles slowly replaced the pinches
And distances between us reduced to inches
That night, easily, naturally, without a pause
I found my fingers tangled in yours

I know I should have, could have stopped
But sparks ignite with a mere drop
Of fuel; A touch, a glance a smile suffices
The fire, it grows like a beast and rises

One minute, a glass of beer in hand
The next, everything we'd planned
Melted down to nothing and instead
We fell over each other on our rooftop bed

We laughed and rolled and kissed all night
And all that was wrong, seemed so right
I don't know where to go from here
So for just a minute more, stay with me here










Poetry

when language like bubbling streams flow




when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands




when you feel the essence of the poet from within




when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm



when images reel as you read




when pen and paper create a symphony




then, it is poetry

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