Monthly Archives: November 2015

sustainability.

i need and i see,
small expectation
of harried flow.
the love was
unbearable and
we could not see
for the trees;
unsustainable.

build on a
legacy of formidable
trust and
recognition of
one size
does not fit
all.
you will it.

capture my
all-encompassing
greed and
feed the kitten,
gather the children.
allow for stumbles
and tears;
use sunscreen.

an umbrella
is covering
their faces,
as you listen
to the rambling.
and trains
pass by slowly;
but not slow enough.

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magnetic.

i am still
awake;
my tea
is cold
and the
ground
is wet.

watch my
skin
fold in
on itself.
layers of
memories
and disaster.

it is humid
and sticky,
but the mountain
breeze cuts
through
your protective
perspiration.

does he
sweat when
he makes
love to you?
does your
skin prickle
and buzz?

close your
mouth
around the
warmth and
melting magnetism;
rest your eyes;
exhale.


monsters.

he wondered,
did it feel
better,
if someone knew
you were crying?

the smallest
monster
relatable;
we were watching
the crystal smoke.

i can wait
if you
can teach me
to trust
your heart.

the harried
are breathless;
but i expect
only you
and your monsters.


grey.

i am suddenly
tired; exhausted
like the weight
of it was
all at once.

nip it in the bud;
they say.
my feet
are aching
with loathing.

crack your
back and bend;
swallow
and feel every
pressure point.

my bath is
cool and her
breath
warms
my skin.


challenge.

think about it
tomorrow.
dream and
breathe in
the scent
of honesty.

talk about it
tomorrow.
articulation of
emotion, will
be challenging
tonight.


white.

i swear: i will stand up, speak out and act to prevent violence against women.

ribbons
and symbolism.
poetic justice
and judicial
leniency.

i agree
it should
be all
violence;
shouldn’t it?

why is the
human race
against itself?
where lies
commonality?

ribbons
and symbolism.
poetic justice
and judicial
leniency.

not all who
falter
will see
their error,
like you do.


red.

there it
was.
red and
fiery.
a treasure
of glitter
and crystals.

where did
it land you?
calling into
shadows
and crawling
through
the gap.

i’ll find
imagination
again;
fall back
position
and lights
in the dark.

who needs
sunshine
or rain,
snow or
thunder storms?
the fire
is burning.


[my love].

do you remember
the time
you picked me up
from work?
your car smelt
like wet dogs
but i didn’t
tell you.
your eyes
were sad.
but i kissed
you and i
made you laugh.
later on
you called me
and we walked
and talked.
i miss
your love,
my love.


lost.

nothing changed;
maybe the
breeze felt different;
or your eyes
were cloudy;
or your feet
got too hot;
or my hands
were too cold.

nothing changed;
but your voice
was colder;
and my dreams
more vivid;
your connection
grew fainter;
and she lost
another.


burj khalifa.

he felt
like
she wasn’t
scared of
his darkness.

and she
wouldn’t be
worried
about
his mania.

trench-like
lows and
twin tower
highs;
a drop, an eyelash.

he wanted
to put
all the
distance
between them.

she let
him. and
she let
him know,
no distance too far.