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the tide

that drags

me

down,

you spit me

out upside

round,

you haul

and pull

and push

me in,

and then

you let me

spin

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thought i would revisit this one…

leejaye

i am terrified

by the

rawness of this

desire –

i can feel it

stripping me away,

one layer

at a time.

i suspect that,

eventually,

it will

leave me

as

neatly exposed

as a carefully

skinned

rabbit,

all inside out,

all pure

visceral

mass.

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lightning on this edge

of sky this is you and me

our long kiss goodbye

the moon swallowed by

the dragon maw of cloud you

closed your eyes and sank

i am

walking

somewhere

on

the verge

of

waking.

i dream.

i grasp

your hair

your throat your

wrists your hips.

you.

press my lips

tightly

to your

locked

heart and soul ,

find and hear

and match

the neatly

pulsed

rhythm

contained

only

within you.

and

then

awake

to

a new

and

sudden

dawn.

the why and the how,

the then this now,  north is south.

this compass broken

heat humidity

and i lick the sweat from your brow

humidity heat

so i

walk

into

this

empty

white

corridor.

It

resounds

with

the emptiness

the squareness

the

multiplication

the

amplification,

the

recurring

emptiness

of

this

world

without

you.

there are

some small

brown winged

moths

in this

collection –

seen in

the right

light –

their

Mottled wings

hold a

certain

Incandescence-

an

internal glow-

heavier

than the

ornate

gilded

frames they

have been

placed

pinned

and

hung in.

 

I wake

at 6 am

eyelids

gut

hands

fluttering.

I remember

Now

that your

voice

sounded

as flat

and

Pinned

as the

gold framed

moths

i once

hung

on our

hallway wall.

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