Then the Cavalry Came Rushing in. (5.11.17)

All life to me seems a stormy sea,
Till your hand holds mine.
Love, dear, oh you wild thing.
Some kind of otherworldly trance
Sets into my bones
As I lock into you.

Star-bound lover, how cruel of fate to tie us up so tangled.
As if pale Death thought he could keep me from you.
With his hands full of stolen hearts.
Not on my word, for it is us together
That can bend the hands of Time.

All I know is what I've seen,
And everyday this world grows darker.
Let us be the beacons we so desperately needed,
Allow all your light to shine through
And I will magnify it in all regards.

Through this misty forest,
Something new peeks through.
The feeling a small ocean thralled girl had never felt before.
Not hope, for that we have in spades.
But happiness, for the first time in forever.

We lucky few who tore through the fray,
Are charged with a glorious purpose,
To heal those who were wounded fighting by our sides.
Darling, now it's time to get better.

Desire (5.13.17)

There is a place where I go,
When the load is too much to handle.
A place to rest and let the problems tumble,
Off my back.
Where I know they'll land safe.

In this place of holographic hue,
Prismatic sprays across the rocks.
Endless stars giggle and flicker above me.
Within this grove of weeping willows
I whisper
All the things that I desire.

The feel of skin against mine,
Sweet chocolate and fresh sunshine.
This place to take reprieve from the storm.

While I am alone here,
I am never lonely.
You see, sometimes, if I'm very quite
I can hear The Universe whisper back to me.
Through the ever falling water off the boulders
That contain my secret grove.

It says in a quite, nearly not there, voice.
"I have given you that which you desire."
And I remember the freckles in your eyes
The way they shine at me after a heavy rain.

The Universe has granted me my peace in you.

Hurts Like Scabs (4.17.17)

You walk into a pitch dark room,
The only light from the open door you came through.
The stale scent of stagnant water hits you first,
Then a tang, like metal, sinks inside your nostrils.
The air is tangible and cold, still it is too dark for you to see.
You recognize the ground is concrete
At the same time you realize you've lost your shoes.
The chill sets deeper in your bones,
You notice you're without your clothes
Completely exposed to this endless dark room.
Through the 'you' shaped shadow you see a pile
Dead center in the room.
Every cell screams for you to stand still.
The grit from the floor digs into the souls of your feet,
Still you push forward into the shadows.
With a creak and a snap, the door closes behind you,
As you knew it would.
So there you stand in the pitch,
Shade coalesces into bonds,
The already cloying air clots further,
You can feel it like memory foam sandwiching you still.
Nakedness, cold fear, and alone.
Wetness rolls down the side of the hollow of your cheek
You're crying-
You didn't even know.

Back Ally Bar Fight with Your Heart (04.01.17)

Welcome back to the dirt.
Hands, rotting and crumbling,
Something not quite dead.
Little shambling thing,
Created just to move.

Can you still feel the breath leave your lungs?
How did you end up here?
Black, blue, bloodied.
By some unknowable force.
Did you tell anyone you were wandering alone?

Smart girls know to only walk on well lit streets.
You weren't a smart girl, were you?
Treading where others refused to go,
Running through where trouble resides.
And now you'll never be found.

You died gasping,
Grasping for someones hand.
No one came.
Perhaps, by chance,
Some kind rain will come
And wash you all away.

Interesting Developmental Magic. (03.30.17)

Violence isn't your vice, it's mine.
Amongst other things, like my Lust or Pride.
You've seen the sinner hiding behind these eyes,
You reach out in absolution.

You seek to do the impossible,
To leash a hurricane and contain sunshine in smile.
Somehow, with a strange and developmental magic,
I believe you might just pull it off.

I stand like a grecian statue
Aphrodite who walks with wolves,
You do not fall to worship, but stand at attention.
Arms, like oceans, waiting for my embrace.

We are two sides to one story,
Water and fire tumbling into one another
Some cosmic stardust binding me to you.
Because you do not quiver.

I am carved from the toughest stuff,
Strong as a bull, and stubborn as one too.
Somehow, through an interesting propriety,
You are strong enough to hold me.  

I N D I S P E N S A B L E (12.29.16)

A kiss to my Third Eye and your world becomes clear.
Here we are clean, washed free of remorse and fear.
Held in arms like mountains, infinity stretches within my reach.

Around us a green haze, colors mix and dilate.
Like pupils, we grow, we learn.
From each other and from life, forever intertwined.

This moment is a micro cosmos.
Stars, so impossibly vivid, blink in my vision.
I can't tell if it's the on-coming headache, or actually a nebula.

Our hands interlaced, like the strings on my old leather boots.
These hands will take me just as far.
Gently tugging me along, lifting me up the same way.

I polish your ring with a kiss,
You are the king here.
How I love to watch you rule.

We seal the moment with a kiss,
Two speaking parts sacrificing the same thing,
So that the other could breath.

You are indispensable to me.

Walk With the Sun, Love With the Moon. (11.16.16)

She is a wildflower,
Sprouting where nothing dares to grow.
The sun light flits over her garden,
That grows on the side of highway 66.

Her eyes shimmer like gold dust in a California river,
Given the chance she'd rather be panning for minerals
Then pining over missed chances.

Because to her there is nothing quite like the air,
Mixed with starlit woods.
Something about the dead of night
Makes her feel alive.