You told me I should
check my expectations, but
I believe in love.
Tag: love
shuffle
find light in the dark
as we shuffle side to side
my hand taking yours
unravel
come now
and meet me for one of our
ferocious rendezvous
where we run wild through those
disheveled carnival grounds
we
just
might
unravel
suspend me and I’ll
hold you with consolidated ease
indomitable muscle
stockpiling some
cordial fallout
the intensity of
those rusty moments
in-between
fuels a dying flame
breaks through
monotonous thresholds
can you feel the unrelenting surge
coursing through? like a
symptom
an egregious lie
try to escape, try to
flee from me
and I’ll ravenously
barrel into you
until maybe
we
just
might
maybe
we’ll just have to
unravel
blush
fevered complexion
hearts beat in syncopation
false dichotomy
What I am
What am I?
If I leave no trail-
if my existence dwindles…
Not for me to decide,
or you.
Or him, or her
or them.
I am human-
Grass between toes
Fire consuming heart
Water racing in veins
Air inflating lungs
Life is in me.
air to breathe
I met a man once.
When we got to talking he asked me what I did.
I told him I’m a dancer.
“Neat” he said, and then “What do you really do, though? What are you actually going to do with your life?”
If I can’t dance, then I might as well die right now, I said to him earnestly.
I don’t think he believed me, for he only laughed and turned away.
After he left, I began to notice my skin was turning cold, crackling, and threatening to fall apart….. it had been too long since I had moved. Even that short conversation with the unbelieving man was too grand a pause, too much time away from dancing.
So I ran as fast I could and leapt, flew through the air, wind catching hold of my hair… giving myself up to my life’s purpose. I felt the warmth return to my skin, my pores brimming with satisfaction, maintaining seamless balance. It was as though finally I had provided them with the air they needed to breathe.
I think I may have landed sometime after, I’m not sure.
In my heart I’m still flying through the air…
Photo Credit: Alexander Yakolev
Contrasting Eyes
He looked down at himself
and saw adequacy.
She looked at him
and saw brilliance
-her heart skipped a beat.
attention please
add spice to substantiate mediocrity
garnering attention by
waving my hands around
and sitting on your lap
making a spectacle of myself
insinuating that you are not
paying me undivided heed
wanting to be your addiction
so that you might
find
not an annoying creature
to dissuade you from your
mindless games
but rather
a reachable unreachable
the kind that makes your heart
race faster faster faster
needing me like crimson water
once perhaps, but no longer
now
really
I just need you
to immerse yourself in me
to lay the stones in front of my feet
so that I might know where to step
blindfolding myself
tied delicately
wrapped like tinted goggles
woven into my hair
and I cling to you dramatically
humming satisfaction
without your help
I’d just sit here blind
stay still
and die without even knowing it
goosebumps
Do you remember
when we were just beginning
how when I kissed you
I gave you goosebumps?
I still see them clearly.
My favourite memory, because
that’s when I knew…
You must love me
like I love you.
I looked at you
When I looked at you
I saw baby flames torrenting
down your hardened cheeks,
where once there were tears.
I guess you shaped your armor well.
We both knew you needed it.
Has it changed you?
Do your feet still shuffle dusty across the path?
I’ll still be here waiting for you,
whatever you decide.
My eyes longing to be seen by yours.
My skin shaped for your hug.
My fingers impatient to intertwine-
to weave in all of you.
Don’t leave me waiting too long.
Some call it red 