Let’s talk, shall we?

Let’s talk about the sun setting this eve,

Or how the stars in the night sky bleed

The lights that dance and drown

In waters still, untouched, unfound. 

Or those eyes, oh, that mahogany hellfire 

Piercing, untamed; an arctic pyre.

Of breaking hearts and true loves lost. 

The chances missed, those stray thoughts. 

Let’s talk about death and dreams,

And evaluate the futures unseen. 

Of detachment borne of distance 

That somehow melts in an instance.

About games played, beyond recollection 

Enchantment eclipsed with inattention.

Eskimos and boxes, and rules unreasonable

Blowers, and daughters and volcanoes unbeatable. 

Let’s talk about truths, and maybe about the rumble;

Of words unsaid, and memories that are now jumbled. 

How the smoke somehow veils the raw actuality,

How easily we give in to instincts trifled with morality. 

But with this dalliance obscured in pompous utterances

Unvoiced musings do become common occurrences.

So let’s talk, shall we, about this secrecy we’ve embraced,

Of the rapture that disdain still hasn’t erased. 

Snowflakes

Winters were always her favorite.

The cool winds, the small days,

The silent nights,

And the sun tucked away.

A steamy cup, cupped in her hands,

Dancing, oh, the aromas of coffee

Break of dawn, or end of day?

The warmth emanating through her body.

Snow always fascinated her

How it fell, and covered all in her sight,

Every flake so different,

Yet making all alike.

Each streetlight accessorized,

By the flurry, that hurries by,

In the calm, that is a winter’s night,

There is nothing too hard to hide.

Not sure when this adoration

Diffused into her actuality;

How everything just seemed

To embody this deep duality.

The long nights, and endless daze

Icy hearts, and cold, long stares,

Nothing cuts through this reticent exchange.

Stinging truths, hidden with flair.

Winter had been her favorite,

The icy chill, the endless nights,

The muffled days,

Devoid of life, deprived of light.

x

There is

There is something raw in me

That comes alive,

When you come.

There is artwork in my skin

Colored and some, 

And a soul undone.

There is halcyon surrounding me

Yet every touch, every gaze,

Sets me ablaze.

There is music, there is smoke, 

A suggestion, 

And a cloak.

There is stealth in your brightness, 

There is grey in your light, 

And I, in your sight. 

There is warmth in your apathy, 

Burning desire, 

A blue, brash bonfire.

There is a dream in my heart

Hidden, abstruse,

Must you always be obtuse?

Skin and lace

Obscured by light,
Covered by smoke,
Fancies and overdue-sighs
Cloaked hands evoke

Stuck between two hard places,
A wall, unmoving
And another, abrading.
Confusing, abusing.

Sheet between her teeth
Hair sprawled about.
Nails digging in, deep.
Objectionable, each sound.

A lonesome tear glistened
In an unlit room
Closed eyes didn’t hinder vision,
Each instinct else consumed.

Skin and lace,
Entwined, intimate.
Like fingers, and lips,
And each sultry breath.

They came and left,
And came again.
The ticking clock rang,
All disappeared but pain.

Reflections

As she stands at the corner
Of a lake,
Ever so slightly frozen,
The stillness of the water
Resonates with a distant memory.

The building that stands in front of her
Is reflected, distorted,
In the lake that separates them.
A quiet, unmoving body,
Staring, at another.

The clamour of her thoughts
Fermenting, festering,
Rang out in the placid silence
Impregnating the stagnant,
Disconsolate lull that surrounded her.

When the pandemonium in her head
Began seeping out,
The air around her vibrated
As slowly, each tear rolled out
Every breath lingered longer.

Her heartbeat began to fill the space
Thumping, thrashing,
Lamenting for air,
Uncontrollable, without a respite,
As something broke inside of her.

She fell to her knees,
Rustling the leaves
Dry, brown, under her feet
As a ripple rose in the lake,
Brought to life by her tears.

Her agitated reflection, blurred
And grew.
As the evening fell, once again,
A quiet, unmoving body
Stared at another.

I wish

I wish I'd meant something to you;
But each day that passes 
Shows me 
That I didn't.

Not even the electric friction
That our skins conjured
Under the open sky
And the yellow light.

Not even the clandestine stairwell
That reeked of lust
Of you, of me
Of us. Oh, delight!

Did nothing mean anything?
At all?
Ever?

I wish I'd had the courage to speak;
Speak up, speak out,
Or maybe,
Just ask.

Why those half kohled eyes
Captured your attention
Amidst an ocean
Of tactile allure?

Why the restrictions faded
When the night sky fell
And the prying eye shut
And all seemed obscure?

Would you have answered?
At all?
Ever?

I wish I knew how to rid myself
Of this hold you have
Over me
Even now.

Of the miles between us,
Of the charm that penetrates them
And this unfinished business,
Unuttered.

Of the trust that we tested
And the grips of the monster
Still clutching each nerve
Unfluttered.

Can we let go?
At all?
Ever?

Eyes

You woke up at the crack of dawn;
And found me right where you'd left me.
An inch away; your mouth, to mine
Exhaled, and moved away quickly.
Your eyes that I'd watched drift off to sleep
Now flutter, breaking the only contact
With mine, undeterred, unmoving
Your beautiful hazels deserve no less than that.
You fumble with words, your patrons every other time,
Each syllable laced with a sleepy tone,
Every breath you take is deeper than the last.
Behold what my confession has borne.
Enticed by that luscious, spirited, breath,
I move in closer, and watch crimson come alive
My fingers, curious, explore the red
Find a warm softness unknown in time.
I move away strands of hair from your face,
And watch your eyes- now perplexed, so sublime.
Your lips part, and yet, no sound escapes
The sighs that follow, all captured by mine.
I pull you closer, as you shiver in my arms
Finally it happens, and your lips with mine rhyme.
In the soft light that fills your room,
A dark secret is born this time.