Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #189
whether trickling or streaming
tears of sadness or joy
i’ll catch them to moisturize my being
every ounce of attention
focused on your well-being
provides me riches
caring, nurturing, and love
it makes the world a better place
and it makes me a better person
steady yourself now
self-respect and compassion
both so important
finding the perfect balance
it is not an easy task
when ice envelopes the heart
distance is protection
as a barrier rears up to safeguard
the tenderness behind it
the heart endures a perilous journey
in between the comfort and joy
of glorious moments
offering peace and love
and when openness returns
soothing acceptance
is rewarded
with the best love can offer
Relationships are complex, aren’t they? So, so good that we crave them when we are lonely and ready to add the next to the trash heap when we’ve had enough.
Once Around the Sun by Bree & Tom Alexander
Once around the sun
with no touch from anyone
with no fun
Such a strange and lonely time
in the history of this planet
I dream of little moments
like brushing past you on the stairs
your aroma so sweet upon my senses
your hair so finely spun between my fingers
Round and round but never close enough
In my past life
it might be weeks, sometimes
could be months between
those shivering connections
molten to the core
on fire, inside another
But now
I count in “years”…
Heaven knows, we cracked the code
perpetual motion–
Won’t do what we’re told
can’t douse our passion
Forget trying to explain it
I need hands-on demonstrations
You and me
weren’t meant to be alone
It’s been too long
since I worked the buttons loose
on your jeans
It’s so long… since
I pulled your head to my bare chest
let you listen to my heart
Round and round yet never together
Endless motion yet no connection
Now it’s
once around the sun
all these months without touch
without caress
without our fun
How I dream, how I burst
for the memory
of that breathless surrender
eyes connecting
and the quietly blinking pleasure
as I shiver beside
You bite my shoulder
prolong the moment
So many barren seasons, now
O, I’ve been aching for you
My fingers (my nails), my fists (my wrists), so dissatisfied
my arms (my sighs), my thighs (my hips), so prone
Once around the sun
so many months between
without touch
without caress
without undress
without breath
O, an end must come…
As We Kissed… by Tom Alexander (2006)
As we kissed I sensed the change
as we fucked I could feel
that fire dying, brutally sobering…
The next time you called me
I lay motionless, foetal by the phone
already sharpening my excuses…
As we watched that film, I knew
this would be the last we shared
listening for some good dialogue to use…
As you slept so silently that night
I lay awake, forging a letter
to get me out of these games…
Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Jewels & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #174
the streaming brilliance of those i adore
elicit my smiles and warm heart-felt thanks
for providing a cushion from the cruelty in this world
the love i hold for those i love
fills me with joy and comfort
an ease not found elsewhere but with them
occasionally worry squeezes my head
allowing anxiety to ripple through my heart
the safety of the jewels in my life takes priority
i hope desperately to ensure their longevity
because what would i be
without them
This piece filled with love, nurture, support, and empathy certainly is something to aspire to be for others. Would that we all possessed that. Our world would be a better place for it.
Let me,
Be the fire within.
Let merry,
Be the way to be.
Let me,
Be the one,
To colour all that is left unwanted inside of you.
Let me,
be the last shinning star you ever want to gaze at,
and draw wishes closer to your lips from your heart,
Let me,
be your light.
Let me.
An excellent piece delving deep into what heart-felt emotions can do to us. I was pulled into her descriptions, fascinated by how well it described where grief can lay and feel. Just wonderful!
Even though I won’t ever see them again, I still carry them.
Inside and outside
On the lining of my heart
And the edges of my brain
Beneath my fingernails
Or hanging from an eyelash.
They saturate my writing and my words
Sloping from an s, or cradled in a y.
Sometimes, they are even in a glass of whiskey glass of wine.
But this is about the body.
If you were to unwind me out across the earth,
Spread out this fleshboat of a body crack open the ribs and peer beneath the surface—
They would be there too.
Resting on an iliac
Sleeping in a clavicle
Wrapped around the vertebrae
They trickle through the veins.
A small room, and the feel of them inside of it
The light and how it pours in through the window
A book of poetry upon the nightstand
A guitar sitting in the…
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one glance
i was shaken
to my core
years together
i was safe
with you here
a bad decision
i was destroyed
without you near
missing your lips
i was ashamed
in my being
another glance
i was open
to try again
I’m locked in your gaze.
So begins the dance of heat.
I want to be spent.
**Originally published on IWH 1/8/19
i wasn’t perfect
no one is
past memories sullied
fill my head
missteps were made
tears burgeon up
behind closed eyes
of remorse and regrets
the kids are grown
their lives their own
when they look back
will they tell me
hush now
surround me with comfort
or know
why i’m feeling
I Write Her 