Dawn in Bed

In the cool of early morning

the steel blue coming dawn

heralds the approach of the sun.

I lie in a half-lucid state

underneath the memory of your

eyes the color of the azure sky.

My world existing beneath their

all encompassing gaze. I know no

other dwelling place where

your expanse is not above me.

My thoughts make no rebuttal to this truth.

Disarmed and naked in my vulnerability

the light reveals my state, the fragility of a woman

whom has known the touch of a man

and been irreparably altered by it.

We exist in the moments that are now slipping

through my consciousness, growing more

alert, like sand through groping hands.

Fragments of moments and flashes of memories

the color of tin, and just as sharp,

I collect with words on pages

and how I long to craft them into possessions I can keep,

and carve out a place for them upon the shelf of my days

where I can finger them once more in silence.

You have placed the glow of the sun in my heart

and given me peace in unsettled places.

You have laced together particles of my soul

that had no hope of cohesion

until you laid eyes upon them.

With your instrument of sounds discernible to no one but me

you loved me into the madness of surrender.

I hear you in the bathroom stirring the

sounds of your physical presence.

The beckoning of your obligations take

you from my arms and though I still

feel you with me, you are not here.

Grief for moments passed and a hope

for many others provoke me awake

so that I might occupy the same simple day

as you, and walk in the hope that the expanse between

the days you craft for us with your simple words

will inevitably bring you home to me.

At the side of our bed you kissed me good morning

and I swallowed you into my embrace once more.

I am yours again beneath your endless sky.

Until you struggle away, and I am left in the still warm bed

of our night beneath the stars that will never

alter with our own movements in spite of them.

I know that you must go now.

A mournful, blissful radiance will be the garments

I shall wear today in remembrance of you.

I see you now from a distance

In the doorway

In the street

In the vehicle of your absence

And I know now, without a doubt, that I have loved you without boundaries, and I will never be the same.

I have recorded an audio version of this poem on SoundCloud, Click here for a listen: 
Dawn In Bed Audio

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Paperman

Existing in two dimensional intangibility

Your arms weighty with the details of life

An ardent taskmaster awaits, the dictator of survival

Our paths crossed along your trade-route toward home

You smiled at me

And your eyes danced

You smiled at me

And my heart grew wings

In the stonewalled silence you surround yourself with

My delicate words seek an opening

Hopeful I send them through the needle-eyed sliver

I see you briefly in the ignorance of my existence

Spending myself with a thousand thoughts

Delicate words etched from the details of my own life

Folded gently together with prayer

I send them all unfettered with wings like expectation

A thousand tiny syllables uttered behind my teeth

Behind lips swollen with sobbing

Sharp against my fingers as I fold

Bloodied digits with paper-cut ambition

Red lipped remembrances

Smoothed across the page

And how I prayed

That would be the one that would sail you home

My skin bares the mark of your silence

My platform bed, worn thin like tears on pages

Heart fragile as paper

Rising with expectation to herald your homecoming 

I wait in the solemnity of prayer

In the dark before the dawn

In the stillness before the storm

From lighthouse paper airplanes sent in silence

Sweep me into the embrace of a thousand tiny hopes realized

In the light of a new day sprung from weeping

Heavy in your arms where the details once were

Thick with the dimensionality of grace in all it’s splendor

I am not shaken

I am not removed

I am not absent

From the fullness of loving you

Resurrect from the ashes with me my love

Dust the mourning soot from your weary eyes

Bury the disembodied despair you once surrendered to

Take my hand, together we will transcend

In a three dimensional kiss whisper the triumphant words of those

Who have risen from an amputation of the soul

And settled into truth of what it means to live again

alone... again... at last…

We are. 

C/S

Linking up again with the fabulous poets at dVersepoets.com it's another Open Link Night where we make poetic contributions and offer our encouragement, our praise, and our critique of one another with hopeful voices filled with the growth that comes in community. Join us if you wish, encourage us if you will, and share a pint with me, but only if you dare. As always, your comments are welcome and appreciated. ~Apryl 

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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Desire

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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Return to me My Paramour

One word and I became thy paramour

First exchange you became my paramour

Dancing from twilight ‘til first light

You gave heart cause to sigh, my paramour

All seasons end, tempos fade ‘til absent

At rest hopeful for your return, my paramour

Gone again and with it’s end I defy

The stars that separate me from my paramour

Torn asunder severed souls are restless

I seek, and hope to find my paramour

Upon these wooden planks I plot my course

With pure love shall I find my paramour.

All ahead full, ‘til season ends

April brings back again my paramour

I'm linking up with the poets over at dVersepoets.com for a Poetry Prompt by Samuel Peralta using the form, ghazal sonnet. This is my first attempt, which I'm sure I will edit further at a later date. For now, however I appreciate any feedback you might offer. Thank you ~Apryl 

Like the Tide

Long and plain

in our

extraordinary

simplicity.

Slipping gently

into my thought,

beneath the sinews

that bind

day to night

and me to you.

Your words live

in my veins now.

Skin dissolved

as membrane.

Union of souls,

body, mind,

emotive, passionate.

Draw back with me

like the tide.

Fold yourself

into the petals

of my embrace.

Settle into the

cradle of my rib cage;

the bend of my knee,

the connective things

that enclose

man into woman

dark and deep

into the secrets

lovers keep.

We speak a language born

of fire

and of earth

of nights

we lost words

in our surrendering

to the unknown god

of my idolatry. You

have become

the definition of man.

And me, I became

a refuge of woman

bedded and curled

at the whisper

of your name.

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Oblivion

we were all legs and poetry
words and wandering hands
arched bodies over blackness

I need an injection
to restore me from
life-loss lamentations

unusually beautiful
with naked words
you spoke me into blindness

with sable tongue
you textured vibrance
onto my white-walled enclosure

with darkness of touch you
thrust me into oblivion

I can’t breathe
except to inhale you
I can’t speak
except to hide your name in words

eyelashes flick
the tear stained
remembrance of your face

loving is the obscene
act that implodes a soul

whispers that cradle marrow
in the fullness of a moment
we were alive, and we knew it
we were awake, and we felt it
we were one, and we became it

insatiability of the heart
and how we remain
a marriage of want and furry

still alive inside,
creeping through thoughts
and echoed suggestions
pulling strings of conscious
thought into visible light


I am here, they say
I am substantial
I am important
I am beautiful

I look to you
in the mirror of your eye
and respond
Yes... yes
we are,
we are

become again with me
the definition of wholeness
a tangled union of words and arms
birthing creatures of light
into the spaces between




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~Apryl

Creature of the Light

These are the wanderings of fingers on skin, and the

liquid thoughts surging through the flesh of men

for the purpose of emptying themselves into the life of another

and in those moments find the solidarity of existence

the song of a man is found in his hips, within

the marrow of him, angular contours of face,

the arch of his back, the curling of toes seeking leverage

the lengthening of torso and ribs with intent to release

In his arms I settle myself, adjustments of hips and breath

with the rhythm of his heart I find the courage to move,

to become the object of one man’s desire, and in me welcome

the evidence of his affections, silent etchings of DNA

genesis of legacy, of the silken movements that slip

across skin and in tiny fragments cling to the

parts of me that were made for him, surrendered self, and with it

the force of our love brings resonance

his whispered I love you at the moment of our coupling drum

upon the tympans of my ears, rumbling symphonic

union of bodies, surrender and control, comprehensive thought

slip into the thickened awe that wonder brings

I have journeyed farther than intended, languished in

the sun longer than I can recall, in those last few

moments before the moon rises, I know most

assuredly that I am a creature of the light

I long to lavish the remainder of my days upon him,

ultraviolet through the clouds, skin provoked by light

words marking me, like the tattooing of skin

I am, in his arms the fullness of a woman

bone of my bone,
flesh of my flesh,

we are one