evergreen dreamsa frosty chill nipsat our noses as weweave our way throughthe falling snow,the smile on yourrosy lips lighting thedreary winter landscapein a merry glow.As your gloved hands hold metight against your chestand your chin finds its placeupon my shoulder,the towering evergreensaround us sigh;their breath enveloping us ina peaceful calm thatsettles in my bones.the silent night around ussings as we stand togetherin perfect harmonymarveling at thewinter wonderland before us;these ancient laurels watchas an all too familiarmagic unfolds—a new love blossomingamidst winter’sheavy arms.
house of cardsuntil my knight in shiningarmor can sweepme off my feetI’ll just stay here in myhouse of cardsdealing out my daysto shady jokersand arrogant kings.
rise and fallyou breathe your fireinto me, filling allof my nooks and crannieswith an explosive energyuntil my seams are ready tob u r s t.up and up and upI go, riding this highuntil my fingers cangraze the atmospherelike a familiar lover--you’ve got me gaspingfor breathe andfeeling more alivethan when my feetgraced the paling Earth.but my happiness was not enoughso you ripped the wind frommy sails and watchedthe decent begin;flailing in a disturbing beautyI tumbled through violentwinds and torrential rains,cradling the dwindling warmthof the fire that onceburned within.as I hurtled towards the ground,unsteady and swaying I watchedas the Earth opened up it’s armswelcoming it’s lost childhome, readying the ropesto tether me back to a placeI didn’t quite belong.are you happy now?
if I could go back in timeit all started with a hello thatcame fl-fl-flittering frommy quivering, adolescent lipsand then we[tum] b l e dinto a hypersonicoblivion were me melted togetherin a symphonic mixof words and the distilledinks of dead poets.we g r e w and glowedand slowly we (I)fell deeper intouncharted waters thatmade my bones grow coldand my heartdrown with antic--pation.when you offered toshow me the very galaxies thatswirled in my faltering irises,when you splayedyour fingers againstmy spine and urged metoward the dancingconstellationswith your soft willow-whispersagainst my foolish earsI…I…I…panickedscared, I dashed awaylike a frightenedlamb in the eyesof God,leaving your armsempty andquakingwhile my heartscreamed bloodymurder from withinmy rusted prisonr
bleeding outI had the hatchet burieddeep within the confines ofmy quicksand bones;It was in a small tattered boxlocked up tight with iron chainsand padlock hearts;I blew it a final kiss goodbyebefore I left it to sinkinto restlessoblivionbut that wasn’t enough for younow my heart's bleeding outon the bathroom floorwhile your pretty little box,(untouched by the years it satamongst old memories and dead poets)lays open with my pictures of youscattered like fall leavesaround my shaking body —your blood soaked fingerstap the hatchet against yourbent knee to a songI can’t hear anymoreas you watch me,that damning smile uponyour cracking lips.
quarksyou embedded yourself withinthe very fabric of my existence,right down to the very atomsthat collide withinmy quivering bones—and yet my heart sighs heavilyas it realizes that even inyour finite spacesI am irrevocablyall alone.
NakedI want you to look at me nakedNo, I don’t mean in the comfortof your bedroom twisted amongst silk sheetsas I lay beneath your looming figurewaiting,I mean look at mein my fleshin my barest formparading my flawsas if they are my trophies.I want you to look atthis 5’5 frame of fragile boneand pleasantly plump baggageand see not the waymy hips curve underneath tightlystretched skin orthe way my thighs touch in jeans thathide my full waist,instead I want you tonotice the waymy dimples curve like half full moons orthe way I bob my head to thebeat of my favorite song. I want you to noticethe way my shoulders arealways hunched over as ifmy body is always asking a questionand the way my eyes dart skittishlyover the cracks in the pavementbecause I'd rather noticethe weeds beneath my feetthan the perfect36-24-36that passed me by. I want you to look atmy petite hands and the chipped polishthat covers my nails and watch as they run
autumn fogMy body sways in the rippling breezeand I can feel thunder rumbling in my chest;it reminds me of the laughter thatused to unfold between usin the quiet hours of the morning,but now silence just echoeswhere your parted lipsonce sat against my quivering ear.
burgundy dreamsdeep and imposing,swirling with fragrant desireyou pool under my skinlike inkblots on fresh linen.your tongue cutsdelicate shapes into myfervent boneswith a saccharine edgeonly you could posses.dark and alluringlike the lifeblood thatpours from our pretty little veins,you catch my breathand steal kissesin the dead of night.but you’re farfrom sex in a glass;an ungodly man withmore lies than he has affairs.i guess I’ve bruisedyour ego just like youbruised my lips.