First Morning

The delirious wake of rising heat pours the morning sunlight out over the sheets and the tide of night gives way to its passing, like a deep sea of darkness strangely unraveling (around us. )The dawn of day aches to invade the window pane that floats above her bed, and it is only a moment before we’re swimming in it… jarred by the pain of total consciousness. Still, she smiles like the radiant sunrise unfolding between us has given her everything she’s ever wanted

And she is mine

She moves over me, a deliberate affect, and stops with a long holding stare before she passes my eyes like a gilded flickering light. Somehow she staves off the gravity that pulls at ME, and I am rushing headlong in total, unfettered want. I pummel toward my own vicarious and reckless thoughts, yet she demonstrates a royal vigilance that makes it almost unbearable to let the day light in and settle for her “good morning” kiss.

It suites me, none the less to poignantly play along; it is her sovereign authority to assert dominion over me, after all.  But it isn’t long before she can’t stave off the salacious thoughts, nor can she avoid the intrusive winter air that entreats her to come crashing into me with shaky fingertips and a mouthful of kisses… even her words come out uninhibited

And aching

She fits into this picture like a monarch successor, a beautiful gift at the end of so much suffering. I listen to her speak and she says my name like she chose it…hanging on to every last syllable until the letters melt into my heart; she is the world as I see it, a stunning monument of unexpected contentment, for the first time in so long…

I am speechless.

First Morning

The delirious wake of rising heat pours the morning sunlight out over the sheets and the tide of night gives way to its passing, like a deep sea of darkness strangely unraveling (around us. )The dawn of day aches to invade the window pane that floats above her bed, and it is only a moment before we’re swimming in it… jarred by the pain of total consciousness. Still, she smiles like the radiant sunrise unfolding between us has given her everything she’s ever wanted

And she is mine

She moves over me, a deliberate affect, and stops with a long holding stare before she passes my eyes like a gilded flickering light. Somehow she staves off the gravity that pulls at ME, and I am rushing headlong in total, unfettered want. I pummel toward my own vicarious and reckless thoughts, yet she demonstrates a royal vigilance that makes it almost unbearable to let the day light in and settle for her “good morning” kiss.

It suites me, none the less to poignantly play along; it is her sovereign authority to assert dominion over me, after all.  But it isn’t long before she can’t stave off the salacious thoughts, nor can she avoid the intrusive winter air that entreats her to come crashing into me with shaky fingertips and a mouthful of kisses… even her words come out uninhibited

And aching

She fits into this picture like a monarch successor, a beautiful gift at the end of so much suffering. I listen to her speak and she says my name like she chose it…hanging on to every last syllable until the letters melt into my heart; she is the world as I see it, a stunning monument of unexpected contentment, for the first time in so long…

I am speechless.

Dad

Dad

My Dad, super cute, super awesome…. just, super. 

True Love with a Bmore Twist

True Love with a Bmore Twist

My dad bought fifty-five flowers for my mom this year, on September 19- one for each year she has been alive. She deserves them; they are such a source of inspiration and happiness for me…my parents I mean. And the … Continue reading

If you must know

In truth, the lightening in the wide space above me could not take from the sky what you have taken from me. In desperation, I allowed the tears to melt through the perfect layer of paint I carefully caked onto my face to be exactly who you wanted to see every morning in my place. In disbelief, I wrapped my hands around my thumbs and beat them emphatically against the walls, as if the truth had evaded itself– or somehow left me physically bruised. With the brunt of my broken heart completely exposed, I cried out with the most desperate part of myself, in all honesty, if you must know.

The Perfect Ending

The perfect ending to a three ton mistake
Hangs in the balance with the noose that she made
In my honor
While the luck she stacked beneath my feet
Was collapsing right beside her in the coldest
Persecution winter could have fathomed
She was waiting for my heart to break
And hoping it would shatter
The gracious thing had no intention of serving
Its own purpose
Perhaps clairvoyance could have predicted
The evil that she harnessed
In my favor
With a Bell-Jar wrecking ball tucked in her back pocket

She removed the ropes from
around my throat
The moment that my heart stopped
Beating.
The perfect ending to a three ton mistake
Resulted in the derelict mess that she made
An intruder whose poison has caused
Enough pain
To move a moment of ravaged restraint
Until its effect begins to take place
And she runs to hide just as quickly as she
Came.
Shame cast out to greet her disgrace
And her only regret was exposing
Her face.
Yet I still look to help her
back up to her feet
the perfect repose for the ultimate
deceit.