Visit Me in Dreams

Visit me in dreams;

It’s cheaper there–

We can talk for hours

And you’ll never be late to bed.

Visit me in dreams;

I’ll play our favorite song–

We’ll dance to violin,

I’ll smile as you hum along.

Visit me in dreams;

You’ve only to close your eyes,

Interlace your hands,

And feel your fingers in mine.

Visit me in dreams

Until you have to rise;

The sun has set upon this day

And stars begin to shine.

Visit me in dreams

Before you fade to dust,

And all are left are memories–

Iron left to rust.

Visit me in dreams

The shadow’s closing in

My heart, failing,

Beats soft for you, friend.

Visit me in dreams,

The lines are getting thin

Between the cracks of yesterday

And never, ever, again.

Take Me Out to See the Stars

Take me out to see the stars

In the freckles of your eyes;

Make a wish in whispers

To tear apart decades of lies.

Take me out to see the stars

Trace them in my palm;

Call my heart with constellations,

Name each until I’m calm.

Take me out to see the stars

Until the moon descends;

Promise me beneath their gaze

To be forever friends.

Take me out to see the stars

And as each fades away

Deny that they’re forever gone

But, like you, are here to stay.

Home

I hold you in my heart

And in my arms you sigh;

Our chests rise and fall

In quiet,

Rhythmic,

Harmony.

Your breath hitches ever so slightly

As my fingers begin to caress–

Gliding down the valleys

Nestled in your back.

My thumb finds refuge against your neck

Gently stroking

To your chin

Down

To your collarbone.

You grasp my shirt tightly,

Trying to hold on

To some semblance of peace.

I breathe,

Pull you closer

In a warm embrace,

And kiss your hair like a whisper.

A sweet promise

That we are our own

And yet,

We are each other’s–

A bond unbreakable

By life or death.

Your breathing slows

As my hand rests on your lower back,

Thumb brushing ever so slightly,

Painting swirls with the other–

Looping on your shoulder blades,

Trailing down your spine.

We are alone in this moment,

Two souls intertwined–

Touching where fingers cannot reach.

My arms surround you again,

And finally feel at home.

My Legs Are Quiet

My legs are quiet;

I try to listen,

But they’re so still–

Afraid to even breathe.

I stretch them out,

Trying to reach them,

Pushing the bones to awaken

A voice that whimpers.

Instead of coursing like blood,

It trickles–

A leaky faucet

Dripping messages like

Morse code.

I press and hear them briefly,

An echo of pain

Imprinted like ink

Stamped in ages past.

They jump at the slightest noise;

They run when I am still.

My legs are quiet;

I try to listen…

Choose One

I am not a moon to your planet,

Nor an asteroid,

A rock indeterminable from another–

With or without a rose

Orbiting,

Colliding indiscriminately,

Destroyed mercilessly

With barely a scratch on your surface.

I am flawed,

Yes.

Mixed up,

Yes.

Burning up in an atmosphere unknown,

Awaiting with consternation

A calculation from constellations

To give some form of direction

I await.

I am not a convenient friend

To take out of the freezer

When time permits–

A cryogenic miracle

To thaw when boredom sets in.

Remember or forget me;

Choose one.

I am not a moon to your planet;

I am a world on my own.

Remember this or forget me;

Choose one.

I breathe;

And it feels like September,

Shades of glass

Carved like leaves.

I breathe

And every moment in-between

Feels like my last–

A past too cemented

In bones unmade by trying.

I breathe

And choke on memories

That taste of ash

And scents too sweet

For a tongue so vile.

I breathe

And all alone

The lights twinkle out

And all around is calming down.

I breathe

And make out your voice

Your laughter.

I breathe

I breathe…

Your name I still seek after.

For A Friend Who Has Forgotten

You are light within;

The darkness cannot touch

Unless invited.

Your heart, a fortress

Softened by the truth

Whispering

That you are more,

More than your worst decisions

Even oft repeated,

Oft regretted.

Your shame is a reminder

You know better,

You are better,

And you can be better–

But not all at once.

Be patient with your fire,

Though it may not be so bright;

Feed it when the sun sets

And when it rises

Be renewed.

For as it climbs,

So shall you;

For night must end

And shadows flee again.

I’m drowning in my own words,

Ink bubbling up from my lungs

Like a well of indecision

Seeping out,

Dribbling down my chin.

I cough

And spray the walls with paragraphs–

Jumbled sentences,

Speckled like broken constellations

Trying to map out a way home.

I connect the dots with my tongue,

Trying to get a taste–

A reminder of how I feel,

But I cannot reach them…

Not even on my toes.

My eyes are drooping,

Fingers stained with broken promises

Too plenty;

I count the spots

And hope to drift away.

I count the lines

And write my life away.

Meditation (Ocean)

Breathe with me,

In and out…

Close your eyes;

Hear the distant shore,

The waves–

Rising,

Falling,

Like breaths

Rising in your chest,

Falling from your nose,

Resting at your toes.

Feel the water pull at you,

Letting your soul drift out,

Exhaled on ocean breeze

Slipping through the leaves

That veil Summer’s heat.

Feel it expand

Like a sail on the wind

Stretching out your doubts and fears

Until you can see through them,

Until all you see is horizon

Water going on and on and on.

Breathe in the sights

And exhale the sense of urgency.

Feel your feet

The sand is warm between your toes.

You curl them

And let them go,

Watching particles fall

You smell the salty air

You smile.

You open your eyes

And all around you is warm.

You are warm,

A bright, shining star;

You feel at peace.

Mother Dearest

Your words coat my spirit

Like trails of grime–

A backed up drain

Full of every touch you didn’t want

And the averted eyes of your mother.

Hairs tangled in a throat

Screaming for an end to silence

Mucked up

Muffled and muddled phrases

Tortured to no end.

You should know better,

But I’ve always felt older;

You should be better,

But you grew up so fast

You never aged at all.

Why am I the one responsible

When you were supposed to protect me?

Why do I feel guilty leaving you

When you never hesitated

To think of yourself first?

I understand,

But that doesn’t make it okay.

I understand,

But that doesn’t make it go away.