Chipped tea dishes, for pleasure only
A deep sky with torn clouds at sunset
How I question and murmur
Alone in my body
Where the universe closes in
Terrifying in all its infinity
So I hold tight to your hand
Sing a song to pass the worry
Take a breath
Fill my eyes with my bounty
And continue on
Woe is me
Low and under
Until you touch me like a spark
A little stroke
Bit of fire
Jumping out of my bones
Into my fingers
When you fill me
Girth and strength
Tastes of sunsets
Fresh rain on pavements
Relish, eager
This moment of perfection
You stand before me
Dust on a roads tongue
A perfect summer
Unattainable
Have you got the heart to stop my trembling?
I’ll swallow you down
Coldest water
On parched lips
I promise
Just give me the sanctuary of your hands
Slow taste of your skin
Fine entanglement
Winter reeks of death
Relentless chill
Under an obscure sun
Rescue me from heartlessness
Slow decay
As I stare listlessly into reflections
My warmth, life, light
Even when I am only darkness
Broken and scattered
Hollow unrelenting rain
In a parking lot
I found you
Down below the concrete and asphalt
A midnight hour
Where we could kiss with haste
Eyes on the horizon
I’ve dug myself bloody
Every single moon
To be here now
Where I know you are
Left, forgotten
By all but me
The soil underneath is hard
Like the bones of your fingers
Packed into unfertile waste
Yet we’ll make something beautiful
In the taste of decay
Something perfect
In your marred visage
Close to mine
Let’s twine like roots
Become one heart and soul
Because true love transcends death
Stars and eons
You are with me
A long desirous breath
Through the haze, I see you
Over and over
Endless, imperfect, perfection
I like broken things
Sweet and slender as bones
A swirling tragedy
Muddled head
But with doe eyes
All fearful and wist
You rest in my shade
Unburdened
And I drink you in
Small intricacies
Comprised of cracks flaws
If only I could make you mine
I’ve a heady song
A little ambrosia
Sweet as your lips
Under a quiet moon
We took all the pieces
Melded a whole
Though sometimes the thorns prick
Tight we’ll hold
Twined bud and stem
I have crossed a threshold
Once again
Caressing the face of nature
As she kisses me tenderly
In the cradle of creation
I am open in her arms
A mysterious lullabye
That onlookers cannot decipher
Smile again
Lips full of moonbeams
And her sweet nectar
An initiate to her depth-less mysteries
Speak a whisper to me
Soft on aural folds
My dreams are an orchestra
A rise and fall of melody
Ceasing into silence
Until I hear you, verbatim
Precious perfection
theherdlesswitch 