Category: #heartspilling
Always the Poet, Never the Poem
I cannot fathom to be your direction
the unreasoned slant to your pen
should I find favor on your mind
or the why of desire under your skin
Let me be thy poetry evoking ache, subtle sighs
Oh to be the poem and not the unknown
Poetry of M 2024
love’s winter…
It is ever graceful
extension of my heart
every curved edge
feathered softly
stretching the expanse
to reach love
but it moves as I
slightly afar from my grasp
yet close enough that
with every deep breathe
my lips
my tongue
my lungs
are teased
it has been
this way
for sometime
eventually
living unloved
will seize me
I won’t
survive…
love’s winter
dark haiku 2…
She needs thicker skin
he’ll eviscerate her heart
Red her flame; dying
longing to form…
I am not lost in dreams
you very clearly running
through my mind
what you have gifted
where you write wisdom
lays in my chest
edging deeper
underneath my ribs
dare I say again
I love you
what if it grows deeper
does that thought move you
nearby or distant
if you palmed your chest
does my heartbeat
shore there
love is not of fearful matter
nor a darkly stabbing place
it is inhaling another without strain
finding hesitation
alarmingly beautiful
right before lips come eagerly
pressing
it is that moment
everything will be known
if ever we will know
a kiss
longing
in the morning my waterfall falls…
how is that on my day off
I wake up and not want to write
is it apathy, indifference
maybe just uninspired
my muse sleeping
my love tucked away
my passion idle
I feel the neglect in my gut
as if I could abandon my pen
crawl back into old skin
put on that old facade of
Kansas plain
lackluster pallor
winter pale
even christmas
seems determined dull
my mind was bended yesterday
full of contemplation
my body too
desire aching
evidence of scented sensuality
and an obedience satisfied
pleasing to someone
to me
the sun is coloring me
changing the dark shadowed walls
of my grey room
warming up hope
for today
I know I will love
do love
it spreads across these pages
these little
scripted confessions
and poetry
of times & places
of people & secrets
I love my vulnerability
it feels like
I could type out the remains
of all my shards
my mosaic
ever progressing
I don’t want to finish it in this life
Let me come back again
again & again
again a thousand times
carrying midnight & dawn
so he finds me
intimate in his solitude
whispered in his darkness
lovely in the newness
of every spectrum of light
…and as I begin to flow
let loose my waterfall
my layers are opening
and how my voice
my words
my pen
are found again
never can they
lay empty
long
Cleave…
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I am…Thankful Love
Thankful
I Am
for the gift of
love and time…
the ability to give
every drop I can
even in the
roughest shades
I carry…
bare…
Somedays
I am are left without color
in stark contrast
slipping into dark
smoked lined eyes
nude my shade
touching pale lips
dimming light
shadows my confidant
I lay bare on hazy lines
dare not cross into your hours
with eyes full of confession
days into nights
fall afar
little bits of time
soak into the grain of wood
here I am
near you
felled silently
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heart like this…heavy love
Many hours
have I been
as this
coagulated
gummed
trying to lift my love
out of the slurry
of the deeper well
I have perfected
eviceration
many written blood moons
phases of a heart like this
I lay open altered
sacrificial
slabbed and stuck
ruptured
wildfire seeping through
ripped scars
my blood runs
a long trail
of heavy love
Poetry of M 