Black off the shoulder dress,
Patterned with little pink flowers.
My skin
Tan and sand brushed.
Last time I wore it was in Egypt.
A beautiful night, it was.
Clear and star filled.
I feel everything all at once when I look at.
Barefeet continued
Dancing long after they hurt.
Laughed and smiled so much;
People thought I was drunk.
It has a hole in it I never fixed,
I kept it anyway.
So there it hangs with a variety of other
Colorful memories.
Time to sew it up or let it go.
Some mornings when I wake
I feel weak and dreary.
It is then I let hope
Carry me.
She is so full of love.
I allow her
Strength to move me
And I always end up looking to the heavens.
I always end up smiling softly to myself.
He (she too) knows he is called strange
And beautiful in the same breath.
His (her) delight in life contagious
But then
Given time
And the right mix of elements
He (she does) crashes
And no words nor touch
Can reach him.
Blinded and numb.
He regresses.
He recoils.
(She turns within)
For no one can save him and he knows this.
They do not fathom the depths
Of despair.
(She knows)
He can hold his breath longer
For he knows at the surface
The darkness waits unbidden.
It always waits
Unbidden and unseen by others.
(They do not see it
They do not feel it)
And they lose patience
Going on their way
To fill their own void for they cannot hold their
breath any longer.
(She is still there)
And he resurfaces.
Returns from the untime
To be aware.
Skin tender, jaw tight
Legs jelly
And goes on.
Invites others from empty tables to join him.
Holds others when their arms are too full
And smiles
Because he is thankful they have not swam so
deep into the darkness as he.
(He sees remnants of shadows on her eyes)
There are years my heart has been
So heavy
I have fallen into shadows.
I closed my window and slipped
Into a restless sleep
Missing the entirety of springs tender arrival.
Waking on a
Morning to summer suns glare
And a fierce heat upon my skin,
The smile came naturally to my lips
Once more.
I do not think you know this
Because
You are
Always looking at others
As if
Better than yourself,
But
Light itself
Travels the universe
With joy
To be
Reflected
From your skin.
You cast that love so far,
So high,
You have helped others create wings
To touch the sky.
And then you smile
And
You walk away.
You walk away as if
You
Did nothing.
for most of her life
(more than less)
she was in a state of heightened
fight or flight
her head dizzy
her breathing uncontrolled
her senses and mind wired as tight as a cat ready to run
watching body language
reading expressions and eyes
listening to tone
holding her breath waiting to bolt or duck at any given moment
her whole body racing while standing still
as soon as someone spoke to her, her mind flooded with confusion.
why me? can’t you see i am the ugliest, stupidest most disgusting person here. i am slow
of thought and of no interest.
you must be mistaken.
I am no one.
But you would never guess. Or you might consider then brush it off. she smiles and nods her
head.
Have a nice day, she might say.
by the way she quickly moves away
you would never guess the weight she carries is so very heavy.
the tremble in his voice
the ache in his heart
his blood and sweat
the reach of his hand
His strength as he stands
you have made his world beauty itself
he has walked this earth to see you smile and carries you everywhere with him.
his dreams
his heart malleable in your heartbeat
his eyes
his soul for you
all for you
He’s the in between.
Born on the cusp.
He is winter in spring.
A flower blooming in the frigid cold,
Not sure where to go…..
He shines a light all his own.
Smiles to share yet
He cries alone.
On gilded wings she’s watched
Him fly too close to the sun.
So here she waits
Ready to catch him,
Ready to hold him
When he falls.
Wings singed;
Heart-tired he falls heavy.
She sings softly now
Cradling him in the in between.
Sharing her breath until he can
Breathe on his own once again.
Yes I have an affinity
For
Rainbows
And
Getting lost.
Kind words and lip gloss.
Singing in the rain
And record players.
Wind in my hair
And
Silence.
Dancing by myself and stranger’s grins.
Sand in my toes
And the smell of mountain air
On my skin.
So many little things that go so far.
Yes they make me smile.
You see
These little things save me
From myself.
I knew him then.
The boy.
The child.
I knew him when the sun played on his shoulders.
When a glance at the clouds above would set him free.
When nothing could stop him from
Dancing
Or
Smiling.
It is as if another lifetime now.
I do not know what happened out there in the world.
I do not know who stole
Delight from his veins.
But I do know
Whoever
Stole it,
They did not take it all.
For
I see it in his shadow.
Chole Into Diamonds 