manifesto #5

she will love you like a dripping violet daisy aches to dance in eastern wind
she will open her battle-wounded petals
she will allow you to comfort her
and she will close petals around you, making herself your home

sunbeam

in brown eye’s locked stare, stealing blue-green eyes
i want to die
and birth a new and better me
where you and i are suspended as lovers in a sunbeam

manifesto #4

not him, not yesterday
no one who i waved goodbye to
no one who doesn’t remember my taste
it’s you, today

home

home
wherever you are
the end
no
not the end
because i’m not with you –
my imperfectly new anchor
i’m here, sailing rough seas
smiling bright and luminously
but underneath tailed up ends of poetry-laced lips
i’m screaming and licking my own salty tears for nourishment
no one sees
and you’re home,
you, blind to what we’ve done,
not me, aware and cracked open
hoping to heal, hoping for my anchor
my home
wherever you may be

manifesto #3

in my night’s dream
you, in an eastern wave of lazy comfort
emerged drenched from her insides
while i, sunbathed in alone, sat dry in a waking memory

manifesto #1

with no wild cards up my sleeve
no winning moves in mind
just a blissful vision
of a one of a kind reckless love

fickle heart

you took me for an abandoned raindrop
stuck on outside of a window pane of a colonial home
after a slow afternoon sprinkle, unnerving then calming
you thought me as fickle, that i would slide down
bounce off rim and into a jungle of pricked, manicured
tempting blades of lustful grass
that i would dissolve into soil and harden with winter’s force
how wrong you were about me, friend
for my heart is strong and true
not fickle as a friend’s heart
that was given to another
i was never so fleeting as a raindrop
i,
a tepid candle eternally burning a feverish flame
lighting rain’s journey home
you, friend, were the raindrop
didn’t you know a mirror blocked your view of me?

there’s nothing sweet in the sorrow of parting

a placid ocean, holding a still sailboat afloat
a woman in a white summer dress waving from afar to a shadow on shore’s edge
she turns as she lifts an ancient anchor – rusted and aged

a man’s feet feeling waves crashing on toes
each one a crushing brick
he writhes in pain, clenching heart

in spite of each other, they part
seperating from their own self-destruction to build new worlds apart
holding memories in safe deposit boxes in secret chambers of their hearts
she holds key to his, he to hers

I thought goodbye meant see you later

I didn’t know our goodbye was forever
love dismissed
over and over again
vehement denial
emotions blocked
channeled into art
hearts combined to fuel poetry
owned by our love
powerless
prideful
evicting each other from out thoughts
regretting