The aftermath of a decision is what you agree to.

Shine on and you will understand which to as this is understood.

This is hurting you from the inside out.

You can move your hands so fast

fingers flowing like a never ending river against the grain

but I can see it in the never ever ending pool of your tears.

Shine bright like the soul you wish to have

to possess inside of you

for just a minute.

Shine bright.

My thoughts ricochet like

the spray of a rifle inside my head

(even though, it's numb as novocaine)

Absolutely engulfed, awake and tried

I feel like I'm slowly losing my mind.

All the color; the fear

the whispers in my ear—

I float far away in a luxurious rage.

I can feel my heart race at a lovely, quickened

speed.

I can sense my mind clutter

with fevered speech

and ugly gravitational need.

I can hear the wind whispering—calling me out of lofty daydreams.

Absolutely engulfed, awake and tried

I feel like I am slowly losing my mind.

I can smell the metaphorical nature of death

I can see the white smog of your breath

Please take a hold of me (while you can)

latch on, grab tight until the bright light of dawn.

If you edit yourself less

you can be free more often.

If you stand up

for yourself—

for your own mind

in the weightlessness of that

you can cry tears of joy

that are saturated in hope.

The curse of the cursor

is fretted with brow scrunching

and pain.

It hurts with every heartbeat

the single thought of trying and failing

and failing again.

The curse of the cursor

is the blinking mechanical light

beckoning the ancient flood of truth

that flows fitfully from your fingertips.

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I wonder how to handle the red flush of your lips—

their understated pout of unrealized ambition.

Your secrecy (delicate) is overrated.

You live to unleash.

I wonder how to determine the course of you.

Your wildly pungent passion--

a fire fanned only by emotional seduction (creation)

I wonder, will your sweet whispers fall flat on the spike of my tongue?

The flame within you must (often) fiercely raise a beautifully absurd eyebrow

of mine.

I foresee that we will question our inevitable descent

into a shared madness that eludes and overwhelms

in the most visceral and delighted of ways.

I wonder how to handle the mystery—the wit—the quick heat of your gaze.

Truthfully? I hesitate to wander into the depths

of your mercurial mood (and eyes)

lest each of my bones crack

under the weight of your mind's steely unrest.

untitled love poem, written circa winter 2009

Your skin is like lace as you explore me in the

velvety darkness.

Your voice is like summer-

a slow tender burn that never fails to fill me with hope and soft comfort.

I devour your embrace as you calm me with the steady rhythm of your breathing.

Pierce my heart and let me bleed a deep red for you.

I'll blush- a blue woman who breathes as your angel.

I forget to worry in such strong arms.

Make me laugh my lovely-

Stare into my eyes freely, they are in fact yours...

A fresh green that I hope reminds you of the beautiful earth we love deeply.

I promise to conjure up the smile of a child as I grapple with reality.

Just know to me you are magic and that

I trust you with my every cell.

I reminisce about the lingering fever of yesterday-

when our bodies were wrapped together

(whose limbs were whose?)

It didn't matter...

It was wonderful as we slowly sailed into our dreams.

This poem is a kiss for you.

found in a journal, dated 8.1.2010

The ocean, blanketed in moonlight
is an illuminated secret.


A star is the pure energy of a 
child's wink.


Night. Lovers swim.
The moon, pulls the ocean, pulls the lovers


up       
    and
         down...
         
They laugh as they curl their
bodies around each other.
Silently frightened of what lies beneath.