Strike me nowwhile I delight in this languid warmthcalming aromatics soothe through every poremy heart-beat in synch with a bluesy deep bass Float up from beneath mebreaking through soft bubbleswater just below boiling, caressing my skinstark cold porcelain edges – my only respite from the heat Let it flowlike this puckered up punch to myContinue reading “Bubble Bath”
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Spring, Slowly
My mind is always racing, bouncing from one ponderance to another. I roam the expanses of my consciousness, searching, asking, hoping, wanting. All the while arriving nowhere? Everywhere, all at once? The rhythmic hum of rain, drumming softly on my window pane, the only interruption in my reverie. Wistful wondering, lazy afternoons, stuck in aContinue reading “Spring, Slowly”
Soft Spring
Grey uninspired daysTesting the limitsof my patienceSoft whispers of rainkeep me groundedWatching her wakereturn to lifeI too am filledDesire for lifeslips across my skinSpring comes alivefinding me waitingimpatient unfocusedhope in my heart
August
August fades fastFast as she cameTender moments bathed in amber glowand still I standHolding steadyBasking in her warm gloryOne more dayor twoor fiveLucky there are AugustsAfter all
Running
I am constantly running from endingsthe gripping fear that things will changethe fear that they won’t.Sometimes the moment feels so comfortableI just want to sit and bathe in the solaceHow do I slow down timeher liquid curves sometimes like honey,other times like waterand I am but awash in her currentgrasping at sticks stuck in theContinue reading “Running”
grief spins
I never thought I’d be sitting here wishing for a conversation with a ghostimagining the ways in which my mind might convince me it’s a trickpleading with life to let me have just one more momentI know you can’t come back, I’m not so naive but surely you could reach out from beyond the veilwhereverContinue reading “grief spins”
Spring Symphony
Ah! what soft heart does spring make of me how joy and wonder come back the second the temperature tips above ten degreesthe way I could spend hours spinning around the grasswhispering wishes to bees that drink from dandelionsa reminder that nature is in harmony, that she wastes notand here I am amidst it allsparklingContinue reading “Spring Symphony”
the meaning of life
What is the purpose of life?Often askedmany answersbut what if it’s simple as this;to know love. Not just romantic lovebut platonic lovefamilial lovelove for a petor for a jobor even for a moment. To know love is not completewithout lossfor loss reveals the depth of our lovean unending cycle meant to show us our ownContinue reading “the meaning of life”
forever.
Another day where I wake up and I have the sense that you’re right thereclose enough to feel but not close enough to touchand yet last night, I swear I felt my hands on your chestyour heart beating rhythmically, my favourite safe place. I’m snapped awake and I have to remind myself that you’re goneandContinue reading “forever.”
little things
It’s funny,how we learn to appreciate the little thingsyou know, how the sky still has a tinge of light at 5:33and you smile to yourselfmaybe even feel that shiver of electricity run through your veinsthe whisper of warmer weather calls to youand suddenly the bitter cold winters seem bearablethere’s pleasures to be had ahead.
pretty words for wicked girls 