Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Surrender to the Burning

My quiet eyes weep
for the one who will banish
from them the view of all other men.

In silence they do dote upon
the verbal imagery of his face
it clouds the mind and torments the soul.

The first flourishes of a spring drawn
from a frozen earth, birthed into being
by the presence of the sun.

Passion favors the sentimental heart
imprisoned by the walls we build
for simplicity’s sake, for our own safety.

Walls are built for such things as these;

For the breaking of the waves
that threatens houses built upon the
inconstant sands of a fallen world.

For sheltering dear ones from
the terrible conditions that lurk
beyond door posts and property lines.

For the keeping of creatures
brought under-wing with careful tending
and, at times, for restraining away their stubbornness.

For the housing of fortunes that pour forth
from the fingers of diligent men
like the belligerencies that pour forth from a drunken one.

And I, one lost among them, slipping through the hands
of caretakers and housekeepers, unknowingly,
a thing without the walls of care
a creature born of the wilderness
not dear enough to keep
the rogue wave of men’s nightmares.

I am, after all, a woman with fire in her veins
and purity tucked away in her
heart like a secret.

The sun has drawn lines, dark upon
my unclothed skin, hungry for it’s continual
kiss to shelter me from the harshest of exposures
to this dead and dying world.

I find no greater comfort than this,
that we are each creatures of light
drawn together by a likeness of being.

Light alone burns the remembrance of darkness
from the corneas of my eyes,
and absorbs the sting of infectious living.

Nocturnal shall I be no longer,
for I am a creature of the day,
I have laid myself upon the alter of light.

And I must, surrender to the burning
for it makes ashen things out of
the temporal, and the wretchedness of life.

Yet one thing remains…

By the sun life is born and sustained
none can live apart from it,
neither you, nor I can escape that truth.

There are no better stories than
those written by your presence
hot upon my days.

Those ever fixed marks revealing
a profound truth I can no longer deny,
that I loved him once, and

he loved me too. 

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Tuesday, February 12, 2013

I Wait

For simple words to signal your status
Like the blip of a heart rate monitor
Above your silence

Beneath the weight of your absence
Like the mother of a lost child
In the desolation of your abandonment

In prayer for your restoration
Like Samuel’s Mother at the altar
My arms as empty as her womb once was

For finality, a telegram, a text message
Like the soldier receiving a Dear John letter
There is peace in closure, release in goodbye

For the sound of your voice to rouse me
Like you did that last slumbering night in your arms
You had to leave me once already

For the lines to be drawn
Like guarded boundaries
That will take me from you

Release me from my prison of waiting
Open the door of this caged soul
Mourning dove calling for her mate

Break the bonds of my torment
Whisper words of release
And leave me to my grief

Rolling green melancholy
Forlorn is my forgotten state
Anemic understanding

Return me to my desired state
Bathed in the fragrance of your presence
In the absence of fear

In the reaping season
We all labor in silence

For the banquet
Laid out like your nakedness
Communion of two souls made one

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Tuesday, February 5, 2013


Dusted leaves and painted showers hidden within
Angry winds blow through my soul stirring forbidden emotions
Whispered fantasies and aching loins,
Push me upon the threshold of insanity

Your words overtake me,
like waves upon the shores of disillusionment
Breaking me down with every syllable
Contentment seems an impossible dream.

Newness entices me and forces me from reality
The strength to love you, the power to deny you,
All within the boundaries of myself.

Going on and on seems endless,
Resistance seems futile
Yet painfully I resist you.

Unspoken words lie heavily within my breast
Your actions haunt my mind
Fleeting emotions seem a thunderstorm.

I long to be within your arms and inside your heart
Your passion burns visions of you into the dark corners of my mind.

You are my disability, your unconditional love paralyzes me
Within your eyes lurks the destruction of all I ever dared to dream.

I release resistance, allowing you to completely devour me,
With the devastation of consummation and I am forever changed.

And you, in the morning light of reality,
are merely an illusion. 

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