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I’d forgotten what it feels like to fall

Not in desperate frenzies of love

And neither fits of passionate love-making,

I’ve never known the necessity of another person

Still it is foreign to me.

I had grown accustomed to complacency

To the patterns of those I knew –

Had known my whole life –

That to learn someone anew

Was an entirely novel idea.

HER

I wake in the morning

To tangled sheets and sunlight,

Chasing the feeling of her skin

Trying to drench myself in her perfume

The smell of it fading from the pillow

Where the night before she had laid herself

Bare

Long waves framing her beautiful face

And I am dizzy from remembrance

Of her in naked glory.

My knees bruised from hitting the ground

To worship at her feet

Her breasts and supple skin

Alabaster

flushed with rosy passion,

Purple and red love marks I wish for all to see

In undeniable proof that I beheld her once

But like the feeling of a fading dream

She eludes me while all the while

Teasing my imagination with delicious agony.

Cost

You wanted me to be your world

Your starry sky and moon

You didn’t realize that it meant

I’d have to orbit you.

You wanted me to be your fire

Your only source of warmth

You didn’t realize that it meant

I’d have to burn for you.

You wanted me to be your heart

Your passion and your drive

You didn’t realize that it meant

I’d have to give up mine.

You wanted me to be your anchor

Your calm within the storm

You didn’t realize that it meant

I’d have to drown for you.

Spring Cleaning

It is spring.

I look outside to see the birds wake with chirping voices,

Calling songs as warm and bright as the hours ahead.

I see the flowers shaking off their slumber,

Stretching in the early dawn to greet the day

Unfurling their leaves and straightening their stamen,

Faces turned upwards towards the sunlight.

 

It is spring.

I look inside to see the cobwebs that grew within me

blow away like flying kites in the breeze.

I see the darkness shrouded across my mind

Dissipate in the light that pours through my open window,

Revealing the cracked but vibrant wallpaper

That stretches around my very soul

To immerse myself in renewed creativity.

Fallout

We scramble to pick up pieces in the aftermath

Fragments of love and friendship,

Shattered

Into shards of loneliness and blame

Sharp enough to cut our fingers,

Open blooming arteries,

Or saw through bone.

But we hold our own pieces,

Careful not to wound one another

Even though we gave each other the tools.

For now, that decision is enough to live with

And slowly we will rebuild

Me, my lofty castle walls

And you, your forest full of dreams.

Antique

I collect old things,

For there is something about holding items

That have lived far more than I.

Books barely refraining from blowing into dust

To swirl in the air with the dinosaurs

Wood so ingrained with history of conversations

They echo voices in my room

Emotions embedded in figurines of ceramic

Cracks in enamel like topography

Boxes that once house diamonds and pearls

Their impressions left in velvet linings

The jewels themselves reflect ghosts of the past

Faces shining in every facet

Because all of these items are haunted in their own way

Their lives as much a story as their owners

They have, by being, encouraged

Love, friendship, and all forms of passion

To arguments, hatred, and crime

They have stood as silent witnesses

And they take their secrets to their inevitable end.

Storms

If I am silent

It is because there is thunder growing inside me

Filling clouds with striking electricity

It is the quiet before the storm

The church’s warning bells ringing.

If I am silent

It is because the tide pulls back from the shore

Before it crashes in tsunami waves

It is the drought before the flood,

The fisherman’s knowledge of superstition.

If I am silent

There is no tranquility behind my closed mouth

My complacency is a crumbling facade

It is a dangerous thing

The calm amidst the encroaching chaos.