31 January 2011

The distance of her is beginning to dull
such small mercies cannot be too lightly taken
by unteachable souls like mine
holding fast the rope anchored in time
long past the point of unraveling pull

The reluctance of him is starting to show
piece by piece like a shy child, patiently waiting
for the gaze of the looker to chance, drop,
willing only for the focus to stop
and pierce instead some minute undertow

The incandescence from them is waning a bit
not unlike the moon, sky appetite sating,
by carving a portion wider each day
then reversing to retrace the way
only to repeat the regret the heart won't forget

13 January 2011

outside

Wind rakes through the blades of grass,
Miniscule avalanche clouds the hourglass
Didn't mark the bank with a stone
Failed to glance back and lost the way home

Under ladylike shelter of parasol trees
Verity floats down and stings like a bee
Falsehoods that snagged as they fell past my lips
Slick like a stone held in too tight a grip

Foxglove stalk dragged across my tongue
Bite down gently, whether whispered or sung
Oh, that the gods would promise relief
from the heat that singes tender leaf

Turn back straining to catch the notes
rushing water a lullaby fast becoming rote
How quickly the heat renderings can blur the way
and conjure the night by consuming the day

08 January 2011

I've been existing underneath a thin veil
that hugs the contours of my soul
coloring the dreams that drift in
and taming the things that seep out

When you came in and lifted the edge
like an unexpected gust of wind
it pulled away at the corners, tugged at the seams
and I caught a glimpse of who I could have been