Red-tailed Comet

Red-tailed Comet

Loving the
colorfully
complex man
(read: quietly
tortured man
)
is akin to
beholding the
magnificence of
a hummingbird:
Vibrating grace.
Beauty obscured.
Breath suspended.
Gone.

Proteus

Proteus

A snarling beast
with sharp white teeth—
fangs—foaming at your heels.
He will consume you.

A ranting tyrant
relentlessly cruel,
ruthlessly cold.
He will sink you.

A deviant devil
devouring clouds, and
howling at the moon.
He will drown you.

A bear, A brute,
a writhing,
seething sea.
He will break you…

at least,
he will try to.

Here. Now.

Here. Now.

Here. Now.
In the shade
of mountains
I hide away—
bathing in silence
washing in peace.

Here. Now.
Ancient sapience
drifts in the wind,
the present
vanishes
the second
it begins.

Here. Now.
Primal advisors
urge I practice
the love of
letting go;
I understand
this to begin
with you.

Here.
Now.

Kintsugi

Kintsugi

wiping tears
from her eyes
he softly describes
a Japanese legacy:
broken pottery
pieced and placed
back together by
silver and gold;
transforming the
hopelessly damaged,
the utterly shattered,
into lovely
lasting artifacts.

wiping tears
from her eyes
he quietly confides,
“Darling, I adore
your broken
little pieces;
my love is gold,
and my esteem-
the silver-
to fill all
your fissures,
fractures, and
cracks.”

Feral Heart

Feral Heart

Somewhere between
the great canyon
and the cacti
he confessed
he could not love her.

Somewhere between
the prickly pear
and a crumbling earth
Her shaky voice replied,
“I’ll be just fine.”

Now she is wild
like the desert,
feral as a
coyote’s cry;
knowing there’s
little distinction
between the
plight of hunger
and the fight
of heart.

Kept Woman

Kept Woman

He liked her best
meticulously type set
splayed out
across the page;
she was vulnerable
this way.
Blushing with inflection,
coquettish pitch,
seductively pouting
her lips with
innuendo and play.

She liked to
toe the line of
scarlet maiden,
cotton candy tease,
setting expectation
with cadence & rhyme
then unexpectedly
opening  w   i   d   e
with pause and
penetration.

He loved her this way:
proofread and polished
spread out on display,
beckoning exploration
and the brazen gaze.

Knowing they wanted
her sighs for them
he leaned back
with his tell-tale grin–
the kind that creases
at the corners of
knowing eyes–
acutely correct
in his conviction…

she was
undressing
for him.

This is not the fairytale you're looking for.

This is not the fairytale you’re looking for.

You’ll want
to blame her;
but don’t.
She’s not the
antagonist here.
Just a misguided girl
who fell for a
shadow, a
projection cast
in a cave.

She was his first kill,
I mean–love;
the thrill he chases
but just cant quite
ever again fill.

The villain here
is a man
who looks into
her eyes and only
sees a grave.
A man who knows
his life begins
on the other side
of flames.
He feels its pulse;
tastes the salt
on his tongue,
but just
won’t
go.

In this daily
ACT of inaction
he betrays her
and kills himself.

unrequited

unrequited

Meticulously I consider
the placement of
these fragile, little letters
precariously perched
upon delicate,
slightly unsteady serifs.

Diligently deliberating
the most effective
configuration–
the most capable
combination–to convey
this quiver in my bones,
this shudder in my lungs,
the sound of a heart breaking.

Picking through the
shattered pieces,
these tiny fragments
of mine, i find
a comma shaped splinter.
Perhaps it belongs here
,
a tiny pause,
a shallow breath,
a metaphor for
you.

Possibly it better serves
lingering like an apostrophe,
an indication of possession,
manifestation of a merging,
which,
we are not.

On second thought,
how does one
effectually punctuate
absence of affection,
the reticence in rejection,
unrequited love?

Yes, of course,
the self-effacing ellipsis
soundlessly signifying:
lack of substance…
the weight of hanging space…
and words I’ll never say

Tiger Teeth

Tiger Teeth

Complacent
creature of
comfort–
you lack courage.
This is why you
stay.
Fearing teeth in the
tiger of “unknown”,
convinced his bite
holds more terror
than this hell
you know.

Of Men and Moons

Of Men and Moons

Only a sliver
is visible tonight,
the balance
cloaked in shadow
and dark truth.
Yet I tell you,
you’re lovely this way:
clad in contradiction,
draped in shade;
a lucent slice
tracing clouds
in silver ice.