Bereft (18)

I’m running, running,
step by step,
Until I’ve no breath left.
I run from them and
run from you,
I’m running to my death.

When “innocent, I am,”
I cry,
Humility has died.
But truth refuses
to give way
to all my foolish pride.

You are The One
who settles debts and
Violent, You are.
With violence,
you break them all But
break me with the heart.

I’m running, running,
step by step,
Until breathe is bereft.
I run from them but
run to You,
You’re all that I have left.

Obsession

The way your teeth
bite into ginger
and it bites back
everytime.
The way you salt
a bitter grapefruit
begging it
might taste fine.

The way her tiger’s fur
feels smooth
but her teeth
feel that they’ll kill.
And the way
you watched her leave
knowing that
she’s watching still.

Reading Veins

The setting sun
to soothe your nerves,
A fire if you’re cold.
An evening musk
to draw you close,
A lover you can hold.

Sorry if I’m
a little too strong,
When I refuse to break.
Even a rock
might crack sometimes,
So how much can I take?

But these aren’t cracks,
they are my veins;
My story, free to read.
Each one,
a life experience,
Because that’s how I bleed.

Je ne sais quoi.

There’s something in you
I don’t like,
But I come back again.
Your perfume,
a French laundromat,
Still lingers on my skin

Are you a stranger
or a friend?
I swear I know you, though.
Again I lean
to smell your scent,
It still excites me, so.

Let’s dance together
with our hearts
like figures of figues.
We’ll bite the fig
when it’s most ripe,
There’s nothing left to say.

My Wild One

In nature, we feel
our thoughts Intertwine,
Inviting, as
I hold your hand in mine
Our fingers red
from plucking raspberries
Before the foxes
come at night to glean.
The deer now slowly peak
above the grass
While Summer says
this night will be its last.

You are my Wild One.

With wild flowers
tucked beneath your head
A breeze at dusk
brings bouquets unto our bed
Like butterflies
that flutter on milkweed.
You’re dressed in
Queen Anne’s Lace and Fireweed.
The sounds that slowly
woo us to a dream:
Cicadas and soft winds
between the trees.