Deep Divers

Deep Divers

Diving deep
into hyperbole,
mouths
string words
into phrases,
tongues
embellish
with emphasis
and pause.

We call this
connection.

Diving deep
into beds;
flesh upon flesh,
muscles flex
and stretch
into motion.

We call this
connection.

We are out of—
and so far from—
depth.
These are
the shallows;
the tip
of ego,
the surface
of lies.
Scratch as we try,
our nails only go
skin
deep.

This is not
connection.

Windswept

Windswept

He’s a cold front darling,
storming in from the east
and he’ll find you,
shaking every leaf.
A reckless, wild wind
lifting feather-lite hems,
flinging petals,
uprooting stems,
swaying hearts, and
rattling bones.

A man in motion
emerges in a fury
and just as swiftly
blows. on. through.

Thus,
from the wind shaped cypress
I take my cue.
A persistent little tree
who’s lovely lithe limbs
stretch out to meet the breeze.
A base of strength
that turns
and gracefully twists
in all directions
the wind. may. shift.

There’s a cold front coming
blowing in from the east;
when he comes for you darling,
show him every leaf.

Sea and Stone

Sea and Stone

I am the stone—
rock steady.

              You are the current—
              perpetually in motion.

I am the shore,
folding and flexing
beneath your weight.

              You are the swells,
              rip tides and
              rogue waves.

I am the earth
you shape and
carve away.

              You are the tide
              leaving with the promise
              to return.

I am the land
you crash upon.

              You are the breeze
              that takes me away.

Jigsaw

Jigsaw

the walls you build
fail to conceal
the sweetness of your soul.
A sideways spirit
with haunted eyes
besieged by Almost Forevers
and Firelight Lovers.

Strings of paper doll darlings
one size fits all
won’t pale the horrors
fill the hunger
or patch together
your shattered heart

winter was fierce
so lets spend summer
patiently picking through
the scattered colors
starting at the corners
tracing the borders
piecing together
our puzzled hearts.

Grace & the Ephemeral Embrace

Grace & the Ephemeral Embrace

“Keep your feet on the ground my child”
“Impossible”, I say. “I live in the stars.”

Midnight dips in the milky way
bathing in ancient light.
I’ve felt Draco’s fire,
I’ve loosened Orion’s belt.

I can’t know its significance,
its measure or its weight.
Yet atoms split
particles crash and a
universe expands nonetheless.

“Be cautious with your heart my child”
“impossible”, I say. “I wear them on my sleeve.”

A believer. A mystic –
in the oldest form of alchemy.
Rudimentary chemistry and
paradigm shift.

I can’t know its significance,
its measure or its weight
yet electrons vibrate,
elements attract, and
matter is shaped.

“Keep yourself guarded my child.”
“impossible”, I say, “to ever be prepared.”

A moment is upon us
then gone in a breath.
That ephemeral embrace
leaves its mark, nonetheless.

I can’t know its significance
its measure or its weight
Call it chance, or call it fate
either way –
I stretch to brush the skirts of grace.

Holding Ghosts

Holding Ghosts

electricity flashed
in those brown eyes,
your dark pupils rapidly grew,
inviting me to glimpse
at the depth of your soul.
A softness cascade
down the angles of your face,
while a crimson flush
crept up and across your cheeks,
and I swear –
your bottom lip trembled
– just a little.

or was I seeing ghosts?
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Anonymous

Anonymous

It is a feeling most contradictory
to know there is a soul of your caliber
so far beyond my grasp.
To know that despite however I stretch or strain
I’ll never reach you.
I am comforted by this awareness.
And I am cursed by it.