lay your head
upon my heart
hear it whisper
of the light inside

sharp
things long buried
    dredged from the murk

time
[ the only tool ]
available to blunt the edges

is a wonder
I can walk
carrying the weight
of all these
unsaid words

acrobat...

lust to love
  tumbling point
    right on the tip
           of his tongue

since we spoke....

are you finally footloose

and feline free

out of the fish bowl,

behind solid walls where

you can hang your guitars? 

guitars you stroke, caressing

their satiny curves

letting the bitterness seep

out of your joints , wearing that guitarist

 it hurts so good expression

to wring the most from the contact 

the contact that makes us human

re-enforces the certainty that there’s something

bigger; something

to hang on to 

I hope you’ve found that something

in a space molded around you

that’s just for you 

was a shock for me when

my space  evaporated  

when I got unstrung

fell off the edge –

of that looming precipice

that had been hovering over my head 

hanging on by fingertips now,

jammed up inside a too small space

back kinked, heart pinched

so very tired and

no place to stretch out  

packed away--

unhung, unsung

forgotten inside a closed case

no fingers to play me

no hands to caress my satiny curves

no essential contact to vibrate the log jam of pain,

loosen it, let it flow out, low, long and moaning

into the music of the night

 

 

 

 

 

demons...........

 

he feeds his demons well

alone in the dark

preparing for war

says he craves peace

but finds battles in

every encounter

warring the world

a world he created

black upon black

alone in the dark

he feeds his demons well

 

 

 

 

six words....

touch me with more than skin

Drenched........

summer walk

stolen from a

travel day 

bench under

a leafy canopy

not quite enough

umbrella to  shelter

us from a

sudden downpour 

your plaintive cry of

“I’m getting wet…”

precipitating

a  squelching dash inside 

walking yesterday

I passed the spot,

remembering

how you fussed about

your hair

your shoes

your clothes 

patted  the tree that

had offered shelter

smiled and wondered

if etched in its bark, its limbs,

its rings of counting time 

there would be

a blip of memory of the day

two people took shelter

and he was such a girl

 

 

 

unhooked.....

a flame burned

out, not through

 

grooves of entrenchment

dug, then left behind 

like lines

etched onto glass 

cool to the touch

but still rough

around the edges






Happy to be part of dVerse Poets Pub 88th week of shared poetry GO HERE FOR MORE
 

walking wounded ......

 I dreamed I lay

 flat

 Gasping

A crowd of the

curious looking down

on me

My chest –a gaping hole

a spear run right through it 

I woke with a chill

sweated out hours

later dancing

to zydeco

in the festival heat 

Mid afternoon,

browsing stalls

hot, sweaty

smiling  - oblivious

to my peril

the crowds part and

there you are

Arms open, saying come

here 

Your chest to mine

arms tight around me

soft words

kisses exchanged

at parting 

People turn to look

as I walk away 

Drawn no doubt by

the squelching sound

of the sucking chest wound

reopened by a blunt embrace

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Ghostly leftovers....

Every  time I climb

into my bed

you’re there 

A will o’ the wisp

haunting my nights

fleeting , ethereal 

Ever again solid in that

pink mist just

before full waking 

Your arms

wrapped snugly

spooning me

into a new day

Link to week 15 of D-VersePoets

Woo me in the moonlight.....

Woo me in the moonlight

like you’re shyly seventeen

Like you’ve never caressed
a creamy white thigh with

your trembling

hand

Like you’ve never teased
a taut pink nipple

with your tentative
teeth

Woo me in the moonlight
like you’re shyly seventeen

Make each touch stretch
til  sinews hum on
bones

gooseflesh rises at each

expelled sigh

Woo me in the moonlight
like you’re shyly seventeen

Til the dawn crests like
a blushing beacon

And beams a shimmery
headlong path toward

devouring me in the sunshine

Burnt umber…..

I believe your past
shapes you
 
and may even
color you in
 
I prefer to
color outside
the lines

Hindsight.....

I kissed
you
goodbye

I just
didn't
know

That's
what
it was

At the
time


-

Exploration......

on a whim
he changes
his face furniture

in the dark
her lips trip up and over
tracing a new traffic pattern

Stillpoint....

Cup pleasure
in your hands

Bury your nose
in it

Let it overwhelm
your spirit

Revel, soak, wallow,
saturate your senses

Gather instances of joy
into your pockets like
sparkly breath mints

To be taken out
and savored as
refreshment for the soul

Will work for food.....

When I feel small
and alone

I know I need
to open myself
up more

A heart that’s
stretched
doesn’t pinch

Unchained melody....

[recipe for happiness]

Stand still

Lay down
your baggage

The kind you
cherish

Hug to your
chest

Take out and
polish

With a tear salted
rag made from
the bitter tatters

Of your given
once too many
times heart


[repeat]

Transparent....

How can
eyes

so soft

burn such
a deep

hole

in my soul?

Counter clockwise

A simple shift….
a crow bar's wrench
to the left

In the iris of your
dark heart

To make a space,
a sliver….
an opening

To actually see,
touch and feel

The light that
is me