From Poetry

Mystical Lover I Wait…

Hold me in your arms Let me cry Let me cry The heat of your heart warms me Ive, Ive been cold. I waited so long for you, for your arms for your arms. I never gave up. With every heartbreak I thought only of your arms. I prayed I and you would know.  I knew you would know. Magnet voices Magnet vines veiled Museums vibrant Mimes Musical viking Mystical vase vaulted Mourner venom Maze Shattered Scattered I feel your sigh. No longer alone No longer dry, No longer my love Not you Not I. Vine covers never chokes, Museum…

I Dreamt of You

A flood. Intoxicating, To know how he was, to talk to him. I missed him. His kiss. It wasn’t good. Offended expected different the taste of gasoline. Sick Sick Sick and yet I ran to him, I always did run to fear, My Consistency Misery, I Run, from Love. I run I run I run I run, You. I dreamt of your voice. Conversations, I dreamt of your voice, Calm, Like Me A heart A pain Our pain Our hearts freed. We spoke I knew, Husband, I rose Confused. Coffined in cells filled with gasoline, You are not him But…

She Cared

Naturally, Her nails, She cut them.  She filed. She flossed, She smiled at added acne.  “Battle scars can disappear.” She slid her nightgown off and stepped into the shower. She scrubbed,  She eyed her body for any hidden dirt as a mother to her child. She lathered herself in crystallized honey, The smell sweet. She washed, She breathed, Water droplets fell from her hair. The mirror,  She looked. The curve of a woman who cried. “Not so bad,” She listened to her thoughts as she rubbed lotion over her legs, her thighs, elbows, her neck. She read. Music filled her…

Rhythm

We motion with the music The rhythm never cheats Intention of your heart sir Keep it down in your pants Hold my hand darling Kiss my neck, Kiss my neck. The day when it is right I’ll give you my dance The sweat it will drip. Undertones, Romance. We’ll go outside after To Orion we will sing Motion with me rhythm I know you never cheat I’m ready for you now Kiss me Kiss me

Forgive me Men

The silence cut into the ground. The pain ripped into her body. That night he stole everything everything. Something she could never get back. Something she would never even remember having. Innocence lost before letters were learned. Her spirit left.  A fishbowl life, the gift of living hell. Men stared. Men telling her that she should be a porn star. The one who told her that she should take off her clothes in the back seat. He wiggled it into her hand. He told her things no man should say but it was everything she thought was right to say.…