It’s The Little Things

•February 19, 2015 • Leave a Comment

I asked you which side you wanted to be on,
(Talking about the bed, mind you)
And instead you touched my cheek
And stole my heart again with your sleepy coffee eyes,
And simply said

“Yours.”

Piscean Heart

•February 19, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Piscean heart you lay encased in the waves

Could I but dive into the darkness and wake your sleeping light,

Breath, hope —

I would drink the ocean to drown your sorrow.

 

I adore your tsunami tongue,

Your hurricane eyes, the salty scrape of your teeth.

 

Could I but catch your Neptune fingers

I would draw you to the surface,

and instead of drowning,

 

We could swim in the sky.

True North

•February 19, 2015 • Leave a Comment

You are my True North,

My bright star shining through the dark

 

Oh darling you are my electric Aroura,

The smoke of your breath a glimmering Borealis,

The ocean of your eyes a sheer drop into heaven.

 

Oh star of my woods, sing to my sorrow!

Draw me in from my directionless rage,

Pull me into the safety of your snowscapes.

 

You are my True North and my heart follows you like a compass,

Magnetic, unstoppable —

 

Let me touch your burning supernova soul with my teeth

Let me hunt and chase you in my dreams

Until the echoes of your voice haunt my every waking hour.

Word to the Wise

•January 1, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Loving a fighter is like loving the sun.
He is bright. He will burn you.
He will rage at the darkness. He will, ultimately, fall into himself and end in destruction if he loses faith in life.
But he is warm and gentle and uplifting,
And energetic and selfless in his sunshine.
You will never find a lighter heart,
Or a heavier core,
Or a more ruthless fire at the ends of the universe.
You will never see love travel as fast as the speed of his light,
And you will never douse the seething roar that ricochets in his eyes.
Loving a fighter is like loving heaven, and hell, and pain –
And you will never wish it any other way.

Wishful Thinking

•December 8, 2014 • Leave a Comment

My flesh is soft, grabbable,
Whispering voices “so pretty, so pretty”

But I want to be a stone
Rock-hard, solid

All I want is to be strong enough
To stand under the weight of my own sins.

Only Human

•December 3, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Everybody’s human or so they say
And I did that stupid human thing called “making mistakes” again

And you’re tired of forgiving me
And I’m tired of living with myself

Timber Wolf (The Colorado Verses)

•December 1, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Welcome to the home of the timber wolf –

Oh soul of the woods, howl forth from your slumber!

As if my spirit was snowy to inspire your love –

But I am brindled and growling and gray.

 

And all I wanted

Was to find a home in you.

Was to find a home in you.

Was to find a home in you.

 
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