can you hear?

I see the small smile etch itself across your face. Your eyes alight with glee.

Can you hear, my love?

Your ear to my breast, feel my heart race. My mind at full rest, to see the joy on your face.

Can you hear, my love?

Alone on a park bench, you listen to my chest. Your eyes are full of wonder as you lay on my breast.

Can you hear, my love?

It beats as a drum, faster as you near. Your touch excites me and your eyes ignite me.

Can you hear my love?

It beats for you. It pounds with desire. Because, for you, I carry fire.

Can you hear?

Can you hear?

Can you hear?

My love?

Can you hear?

Ivory Tower

Held to a higher standard
expectations of more
why is it so hard
for people to see her core.

Why do they say
"you deserve better"
while leaving her lay
rotting in her fetters.

Left in her beauty
untouchable and raw
appearing to be snooty
but only see what she saw.

I knight approaches
he is deemed unworthy
the subject he broaches
he's told he's too early

Yet another comes
trying for her hand
her heartstrings thrum
but he's told to stand

Her sentry won't let them pass
he tells her they're not the one
he says they're beneath her class
when will this be done.

This tower is getting lonely
if not him, then who?
who is truly worthy?
tell me what to do.

What is it you want from me?
what is my purpose?
who should it be?
who do you suppose?

Forgotten Tears

      My hands clasp the bars; the cold metal bars; so cold they burn my hands, but I don't let go. I can't let go. I strain against them but they do not give. I press my weight into them but they do not give. I cry out but they do not give.
      I rest my head against the bars, my hands still wrapped around them. Rubbing my forehead against the stinging steel, the soft plink of water droplets falling can be heard. I look around but see no droplets falling anywhere. There is no leak in the sky. The bars surrounding me are dry.

  There it is again.

    The irritating plink of water droplets falling to the floor can be heard. Where is it? I need to find it. I feel a surge of urgency. My eyes sweep the space around me. There is no moisture here. Where is it!

    There it is again.

     The insistent plink of water droplets falling to the floor can be heard. I am frustrated. I can't find it. I rattle the bars that my hands still clasp with a death-grip. Still, the sound is nowhere to be seen.

    There it is again.

      The soft plink of water droplets falling to the floor can be heard. I sigh. I can't find it. Returning my gaze to the bars, I lean against them.

      There it is: a small puddle at my feet; a salty puddle; a lonely puddle; a forgotten puddle; a puddle of tears; my tears.
 
   

Monster

My monster inside cannot be tamed. It boils. It flames. It consumes. It unleashes fury that destroys everything. Like a wild horse, It runs rampant, plowing its hooves into the soft soil of my soul. It crushes bones and bodies beneath its feet without a second thought.

find an adventure...

taking risks is where we truly find ourselves. Where we test our boundaries is where we know who we are and what we are capable of. At that point the outsiders involved don't matter. It becomes a personal journey circulating around you and ending where you decide to take it.

Does he?

Swirling confusion
swirling like a spoon stirring marshmallows into hot chocolate
whirling like a blizzard
filling my eyes, ears, and nose with ice cold snow
questions spin around me
"maybe"s circle and taunt me
they laugh at me
they fill my every moment

What is the answer?
Where can I find it?
When will I find it?

Does no one care?
Does no one see
That this is killing me?

I need to know
I'm so confused
What is the answer?

Does he?

strangers meet

She is an artist. Her life is just creating.

He is a person without much sense of relating.

She loves what she does and does it a lot.

He walked in and at once she was caught.

He glided right by for only a second.

It only took a second for her cheeks to redden.

It took him awhile but at last he saw.

He asked and she said yes.

They exchanged an idea. They both seemed compliant.

They tossed it around and then they were silent.

He said no. She said okay.

He said sorry and they parted ways.

Two strangers have met and exchanged a mutually shared idea. That's all they do: simply, share a small something. They meet. They exchange. They part.