A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction [and non fiction]. -- Virginia Woolf. I don't have a whole lot of money, but this will serve as my room. A space for uncensored writing, a space to discover my voice.
Monday, December 29, 2014
I loved you yesterday
I loved you yesterday
But somewhere between polished fingernails
Laced with painted cherry blossoms and
Scabbed feet watermarked by Monet's Water Lilies,
My heart ceased to beat--
A heart that once rushed to life
With each golden sunset reflected in your eyes
And every moss stained rock leading to high places.
I knowingly set it on that trail
Awaiting the tread marks of your boots
Or the stab of the pointed satin slipper.
Oh God! Something to make it alive!!
But it only lay there
Trampled and scarred--
Too weak to breathe its rose watered oxygen...
Until he came
With Christmas bells and slow dances by firelight
The smell of pine needles lingering on my skin
And his rich coffee laden vibrato
Humming deep within my chest.
Amid whispers of orange trees and blue skies,
My heart took its first sips of life
Reminding me of what I was missing...
Reminding me of what had been there all along.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Tread
Branded skin
Oil of the moon
I painted the sky with pieces of you.
Dazzled lips...undressed rubies.
Bones crushed beneath
The weight of words unspoken.
Shadowed treads across the heart
Deep within the swamps of murky kisses
Entangled in an embrace
That left us drowning
Ripping and clawing
Our way toward freedom
We pushed the other under the mire,
To gasp for air.
Was it worth it in the end,
Oh my darling of sirens?
To heed the call
Of a melody so enchanting?
In a canvas somewhere
Lay pieces of us
Painted with the oil of the moon.
The bluest of skies.
Branded skin.Thursday, October 16, 2014
Taste
Guardian of my past and future –
My world has imploded
My world has imploded
I watch as you bathe languidly in my destiny.
If I’m your beloved,
Caress me with whispers of a secret language
Only we two share.
Fill me with tender kisses,
Till I’m drowning in the grasp of your love –
Till I’m drowning in the grasp of your love –
The incandescent beauty of two becoming one.
Crawl beneath my skin and pour
The fragrance of your spirit
Into every ruptured and scarred artery
Of my soul.
Until I’ve tasted the very last drop of its fruit
And know…
You are good.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Irreplaceable
If I could take your pain and freeze it in time,
I would journey to the ends of the earth and bury it deep beneath the final ocean wave,
Where it could never again singe your skin or drain breath from your lungs…
Steal sunlight from your eyes.
Your eyes -- I would fill them with diamonds
So your joy sparkled in the light of day
And when evening came, your starlight was a beacon for the wayward soul.
The dark of night would no longer be needed for asylum
The glare of morning could not sear your tender heart.
The truth is, you deserve far more than I could ever give.
You are prized far more than diamonds, moonlight, or daybreak.
You are the reason oceans roar, lungs gasp, hearts beat.
Without you, children would cease to laugh, feet would cease to dance…
The stars would fade from the sky.
You are irreplaceable, my friend…
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