Tag: spilled ink

Summer Gaze, Autumn Haze

She loves the feel of soft things,

Summer heat kissing her skin

With constellations,

Tesselations of conversations

Each reflecting in on themselves

Folding within her heart

Then reaching outward

Emptying themselves in her mind.

She compresses sadness and anger

Until joy seeps through

Straining the dark against the light

Until light cloud cover and storms

Stream through

Threatening to drown

Even this impossibly strong swimmer.

Her mouth is open

Her arms outstretched for something,

Somewhere worth being herself

With no delusions of value

She reflects her inner beauty

Her work, a refracted cascade of light

Seizing shadows and arresting hearts

Putting into motion a life

Greater than the sum of her experiences

And silencing forever the voices

That tell her she can’t.

There’s this lovely,

 Pulsating,

Breathless light in my chest

 And it resonates a little more

As I get to know you.

 You seem to exist in-between the moments

Of exhalation.

 Of Inhalation.

I get these ridiculous butterflies

 From merely typing your name.

And I’m finding it so much easier

 To be a better me,

Because you exist.

A Heart Stuffed

My heart is full of words

And I’m chewing slowly,

As to not choke

Or have them catch in my throat.

My heart is full of words

And I’m mumbling between beats,

Wiping off the excess phrases

Dripping down the sides.

My heart is full of words

And everything is mashed together,

A conglomerate of silent whispers

Deep fried in slippery doubts.

Listen to them crunch,

Breaking between each breath.

My heart is full of words,

Just waiting for you to hear them.

Hesitation

Gods alive, I am terrified

But the fire in your eyes tells me otherwise

There is warmth there

And the midnight chills are creeping in.

The door hesitates,

Hinges half-frozen like a suggestion,

A possibility in between cracks

And the promise of light.

I see it seeping underneath,

Caressing the floor with its presence

Tip toeing ever so gently

Between the carpet and frame.

You hide behind a fortress of silence

And surround yourself with words,

With wishes of other worlds

And a life that’s more your own.

You ache for something more

And your finger, tracing racing thoughts,

Tries in vain to find their source

Before the glow can fade.

The door yields slightly,

And I hear a soft singing within my bones,

It resonates through my skin

And settles on my lips.

I whisper gently, the words I know,

And slip them underneath.

They pile up slowly

I hope they keep you company.

His tongue is littered with apologies

Lips practiced in sowing regret

Where hearts spoke out of turn

And souls snapped back with silence.

His eyes, hollowed by grief

Are tragedies mute as death’s laughter

Echoing to the point of cacophony,

Then choking on nothing but air.

His throat is parched for relief

The cool touch of recollection

Unmarred by the recitation

Of a past unyielding to change.

I long to be the warmth beneath your skin

That dull ache in your bones

That breath you can’t quite catch

The one that sits in your throat

Just out of reach.

I long to be the grass underneath

The rock where you rest

On the blanket that shelters your thoughts

Under the tree filtering harsh sunlight

On a cloudless afternoon.

I long to be the sky overhead

Open to all of your words

Shouted and whispered

All at once both captive and free

Boundless and restricted

Unearthed and undiscovered.

I long to be your midnight indulgence

The best kept secret,

Even from yourself

And yet, the one you’re endlessly proud

To call your own.

I long for contradictions to be made plain

Intersecting forces to quiet harsh tones

And for conflicting voices to see reason

This is no time for folly

Hearty foolishness is not welcome here.

Headfirst

I fell headfirst into too many words

My mouth caved in

Before my heart could even begin

To open.

I fell headfirst into your name

If I could call you mine

And still get your attention

I would.

I fell headfirst into your love

Not for myself, but for everything else

Your world was always brighter

Especially after rainfall.

I fell headfirst into silence,

Hesitation primed to implode

With the force of a thousand pound

Wait…

I fell headfirst into a grassy field

Rolled until my throat erupted

Laughter tearing itself free

Taking flight on a exchanging of words.

I fell headfirst into foolishness

Foundation on a light whisper

Dust suspended in a shadow’s kiss

Already fading with the rising sun.

Her voice was a candlelit picnic

on the beach,

Soft as the ocean waves,

Leaving impressions on your heart

Like the sand that you carried

In small dunes

As the sounds of guitar strings fade

With the rising sun.