I have tan lines where your arms
were wrapped around me
near the ocean, salty and flowing,
waves crashing against the rocks
below this hill we’ve climbed
to watch the jagged edges of stone
sanded down, softened by the
intensity of the passion in the water.
Tag: Love
Unstoppable
I drink nectar from flowers,
wings flutter fast, a hummingbird
preying among the vultures,
outweighed, though, they cannot
begin to compare to my ambition.
Determination a fuel for a fight
that I will drop my bundle for,
if it means your immunity
is guaranteed.
Must Have Been the Wind
Sweat lingers a while,
seeping through rumpled sheets
to remind you that you can still feel-
Fingers lingered longer than a butterfly
can flap its wings without falling tired;
A soft buzz, mistaken for the hummingbird;
an aggressive display of the effect of the sound
from the voice of a goddess wrapped in silk-
An airy whisper against your ears,
honey flows down your spine,
and you feel as though this is..
This is the gratification in the mind,
satisfaction to a body that responds
to the tickle of these melodies.
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Close Your Eyes and Listen
Before I disappear into a fine mist
clinging to your cheeks on a night
where the moon mourns the loss of an angel;
I want God’s tears to remind you
that there is love after loss,
and peace after chaos.
I want to leave my words to the wind,
calling softly to your delicate ears;
a song sung in a code only you can define.
Let it carry through every pore, every crevice,
feel the tickle of their syllables
flow silently into your entire being;
Relish in the sound of a broken soul
piecing together every scrap fallen
on its way to deliver such a message.
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Love Wins
For you, my love,
I would run confidently into battle,
disarmed,
and ready to exclaim our truths
that they will not acknowledge
without force.
I would bring a flower
to a gunfight,
just to prove my loyalty to cause,
a war without blood,
only us,
and victory amongst all odds
aimed against us.
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Duh.
The boys I’ve dated
made me believe I loved too hard
to be held onto.
Little did I know
all I had to do
was look for a man instead.
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Honeybee
I caught a whiff of the final rose
when following a trail of wilted petals,
on a search for a place to heal
the damage caused by running
through thorns.
I found you behind emerald vines
clinging to the sills of open windows,
tending neglected flowers,
in a garden with little hope
of regrowth.
And I knew that this
was the beginning of forever
for a broken honeybee.
In Love
I could say it, yes
form the syllables of that expression,
But I could never describe
or represent the feeling.
It is beyond its letters,
and exceeded its uses.
It is more than this,
More than us,
And no matter how hard I try,
How much I write,
I could never tell you
what it truly means
to love you.
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Heaven Called
I used to believe in heaven once.
Once a time
the sky would split between the clouds,
the sun shining in large beams
to seemingly no end.
I used to believe in heaven once.
That the gods smiled down
through these holes
as they brought another admission
to their plane of existence.
I used to believe in heaven once
Before the ground split beneath me
and I was forced to view a fire
that rose and fell
as if a heartbeat struggled against
the ground’s ribcage.
That night I witnessed a hell
that would hold me in its arms
and singe my flesh
with agonizing comfort
for how many years to come.
“When hell freezes over,”
he whispered to me from a gravelly throat.
A challenge disguised as an insult,
I took in my fist and strode on,
torn and bruised,
making it my own promise.
So now I sit,
telling my story of triumph
of how I was admitted into the heaven
I once believed in
once a time
before I knew you were the existence
I’d so longed to see.
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With You, I See
You are the soft glow
of my bedside lamp
in the quiet hours
between dusk and dawn;
The moon through the cracks
of my blinds still drawn;
The smile of light
that allows me to paint
the words caught bouncing
between the empty spaces;
Allows me to express
the feelings demanding
respect in the silence.
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