unfolding of softness…

I caress the folds of a rose

velvet alive against my fingertips

my words could never describe

so delicately

fragrantly

of such beauty unfolding

 

and what of my lips

as they brush against the petals

does the  color transfer

are you witness to softness

tempted to stain

lingering breathless

waiting to remain

 

 

 

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years…

dark slips through my fingertips

sweetly released

I let go all these melancholy years

unveiled is undeniable love

deeply formed living inside my chest

every breath of you is recorded

and as each petal lives their lifespan

I too, lay gentle in bloom

unfolding you inbetween every layer

 many moments I feel unequipped

with pieces of words caught in my throat

yet, no matter

for you will understand

everything I am

is woven in a glance

a hesitant breath

an unresistant kiss…

where our years and years cleave 

remembering our lips 

aflame

 

 

 

home…

you are slivers of art

and sensuous parts

to my whole

silently I sweep fingers

over my heart

 feeling every temptuous beat

this breathing thing deepens

you hold ransom my lips

as I imagine

you will be found home

pressed against them

I so beautifully mourn…

I sit here
in morning’s
graying light
orangy pinks
forget to dance
I’ve no absolution
in this dull light
or any other moment
and evident is ache
in my reticent breath
with pale palms
opened & offering
every pulse of my heart
every thought my mind carries
for he; you, my love
I so beautifully mourn…

my soul does wait



I changed it up slightly when I posted this to Instagram for day 1 of  #marchfalls… hosted by Matt and Ashley @fallspoetry

redress me…

what are they anyway 
what good have these words brought 
except to bring such sweet torture 
honey drips from my womb
deliverance is silky as each syllable 
should slip across your tongue 
and redress my unworshipped altar 
I ask you; what you have engraved
upon with piercing eyes 
a color once unknown soaking deep 
into my bloodstream 
in this you have shaken me 
should you come awaken my lips
if ever they fall silently
these hours of knitted words
tethered and bound to my soul
will settle in your marrow
and wonder no longer
of missing home

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 

a waterfall of words…and words spread amongst my ground and grow

Pay attention
pay attention screams
my intuition

soil dry
my soul
long have I 
neglected tilling
too busy trying 
to grow from stone
failing on the outskirt 
I have forgotten
the seeds within
growing things will crack open
spring forth life
from within
uprooting earth 
layering the ground 
not without water,
not without light
having never doubt
it’s  grand design 
flower and bloom 
feed & cover the world 
I neglected my soil
my soul I am unforgivable 
forgetting to love you 
left forgotten
untilled
you have only been alone
toiling in the dark
this mind has blocked your sun
and the water of tears only
falls to my pillow 
no more are you
in the shadows
darkened by neglect

dead in weeds 
they can’t feed you
but I can
sweet water can ammend 
adjust postion 
transition
into garden
bee to kiss bloom
to feed
circle our our world 
and others

sweet death of a rose…


May death be sweet
like that of a dying rose
past her prime
when molecular structure is chaos
and her heart only knows
to fold and shut in

each petal breaks apart from stem
her last vein severed
though her fragrance lingers
her perfume long lay breathing

shall you watch her 
release her frame
this life inside her aching 
to sustain her worth
and to what moment 
does she finally herald
love, let go…
(don’t…not yet)

May her death be sweet
inhale her one last time
achingly embrace her
beautiful loss in goodbye 
yet do not not leave her 
unattended in her decay 
wondering the reason
of her bloom
 

in this ever of hours…

will you kiss me
come midnight
love all my years
let all my trivialities
melt away from the
heat of your mouth

will you want my sex
come 1:00 a.m.  
taste rained earth
thirst & take more 
our blend forming
a perfect universe

will you read me passionately
come 3:00 a.m.
as it demands we meet often
under the stars and moolight
we never more than a few pages
away inside of our minds

will you wrap to my form
come 4:00 a.m.
contented with our rhythm and sound; the ease of breathing together 
to end & begin infinitely

will you wake me 
at 5:00 a.m.
to repeat our beckoning ache
once is never enough; 
nor is forever 

will you dream of me
come 6:00 a.m.
travel back a thousand years
to once again encounter me;
remember

or will you come
the ever of hours
release the tourniquet 
stay your distance
watch me bleed afar
until I am no more
your vision
no more your desire
if ever I was; am

ice cream not my first choice…

Sometimes
you need 
an escape
such as 
mind-blowing 
sex
or Thai food
or even
something simple
like a cup of 
jamocha almond 
fudge ice cream…

had to settle 
for the latter

was not  
my first choice