10/8

I’m accustomed to preparing for the end. I know my time in the lives of those around me will be brief. That’s not to say short but, I know it will be clinical, purposeful.     Take up room.   Be messy.   I want you to get comfortable.   In me. With me.   Beside me.

Bone – Yrsa Daley-Ward

Emergency Warning  I fell out of love with poetry for a while but was happy to rediscover it again in the say two years.  Yrsa Daley Ward made me feel like she was writing for me and the women I knew so intimately through nothing but heart ache.   I encourage you to explore yourself…

worship

your name is the only prayer I ever say out loud moaned whispered a benediction two syllables per-fect e-nun-c-i-a-tion a sigh, a release an answer

fire

We are opposing forces Your fire quenched by my water It makes you cold and still My warmth runs deep It always finds you You are fire When we touch it’s either a storm A flood or A blaze Cosmic law says We are both destruction In love; we are life and death Chaos and…

via

The silent moments between us used to be unbearable Now, I savor the opportunity to cherish you To completely devote myself to the ease of your laughter The careful way you choose your words I close my eyes and I feel myself reach toward you My hands eager to capture every curve of your face To…

rebirth

It took fifteen years for me to recognize you and another fifteen to try to forget you. I buried you in my work, duty and vices but I was never sated. You were my dream and I couldn’t conjure anything better. We tried throughout the years to grab snatches of each other but we were…

Going Under

What do you do when the darkness starts to take you? When the familiar temptation worms its way inside and makes itself at home with your worst fears….   It would be so easy to give in.    Isn’t resigning yourself to the darkness now…brave if you know that it’s coming  hunting you?   Is…

Sonnet XXI

So is it not with me as with that Muse Stirr’d by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse Making a couplement of proud compare, With sun and moon, with earth and sea’s rich gems, With April’s first-born flowers, and all…