All the words She
Keeps inside
Have little teeth.
They are eating their way out
Through the lining
Of her stomach
In objection
Of being swallowed.
All the words She
Keeps inside
Have little teeth.
They are eating their way out
Through the lining
Of her stomach
In objection
Of being swallowed.
Cold winter rain falls on my
Face.
I like to look up when it is pouring
Allowing myself to
Get completely
Drenched because everything dries
Off eventually right?
It burns my skin
Yet chills my bones.
I love how it makes me feel alive,
My whole body
Shivering to keep me warm.
All the hairs on my body standing up
In protest.
I protest the protest and giggle.
And it always feels so delicious to get warm After
A good chill.
On to a hot shower and into
A pile of blankets
Until another moment shakes up all of
My senses.
Life presents
Continuous moments to marvel.
Read a poem.
Read it again
And again.
Leave it be
And return.
Keep reading,
Immersing yourself in each verse.
Pondering.
A sequence of thoughts pulling
You into
A
Myriad of emotions.
Seeing something more.
Feeling something more.
Every time you come back to the words
They seem to have grown
In depth and width.
Unending rhythms creating a
Cosmic beat within your heart
And mind.
Expanding creation,
Human metamorphosis.
Wake up.
How quickly
We forget
After birth,
After crawling,
After
Walking,
That we were born to
Hold one another.
To comfort and lift,
To help one another.
And as it was, is,
And ever will be;
Love.
Heartbeats stop
Teardrops
Drop.
The world keeps moving
On and on.
You
Knocked the breath out of her.
Hands hit skin,
Words hit heart.
She was fearful
Of everyone.
Scared to speak.
Scared to move.
To say the wrong word,
To give the wrong look.
Her legs always shaking step by step.
Heaven forbid a tear should fall
(You damn crybaby)
Her voice so small
(Speak up! Speak up! But only when I tell you to!).
Eyes on the floor.
Walk so very softly.
(Become the wallpaper upon the wall
Your fingers never touch)
When She breathes, if she breathes,
Hold it, listen.
(What the hell are you wearing?)
Do not move another step
Until
Television volume up high
To mask the sound of her
Existence.
(They walk among us)
The controllers and abusers,
The controlled and abused.
And Momma always said
You never know what goes on behind
Closed doors.
These most intimate moments
Cannot be put into words.
They do not need to be shared
With others.
They remain here,
Weightless yet filling
The heart.
I have felt every word
He writes.
I collect each letter;
Capital and lower case,
Exclamation points,
Question marks and all.
I put them in my heart.
Little folded notes of love and disdain.
Magic spells to remind
Me
I am not alone.
And I tiptoe and
Dance to his lyrics
When I am solitaire.
Sometimes
In the forest
Under the moonlight too,
With a passion free.
Just me
And his
Smile when I close my eyes.
Tingling and giddy I cannot help but
Fall into an endless spiral.
Down into the
Moss beneath my feet.
Secret bliss.
He is the sun,
Sometimes a storm.
Either way he warms my heart;
Heat shared in
Solar flares
And
Static lightening.
And he restarts my heart
With a word or a touch,
When my breath has caught in
My throat.
When he sees the uncertainty
In my eyes.
Embracing,
We disappear
Into oblivion.
We all have to be shook
Up
In different ways to
Awaken.
And then the choice is yours;
To stay awake
Or go back to sleep.