Light pulsing in my eyes
Timed to the beating of my heart
Heat shimmers and radiates
Full to bursting
Sky arching inward
Slow giants racing forward to a future
Imagined but not realized
to fall asleep with you in my arms
To kiss you when you wake
To say, “Good Morning, beautiful.”
You are you and you are mine and you are always beautiful.
to curl up in your heart and mind.
Take up space, as you live in my secret places.
Touch and laughter, sly looks and inside jokes
discussions not fights
Fights are about winning
Discussion is about figuring out where we stand and where we’re going and what can be done
I want my passion to be something you desire
Public displays of affection are just affection
And on and on
My brain feels empty after poetry month. I am trying to think about what poem to write and can’t figure out what to write. I could force one. I think we’ve all seen that I can do that in the last month. But I don’t wanna. What I really want is to just be for awhile. Just sit and watch the trees. And just drift. Maybe read a little, maybe blast VNV Nation. Hang out. Play some Cards against humanity with friends. Just not think.
Poetry month is thankfully over and what I learned is that 4 poems a day is too many fucking poems. I think 3 a day is the sweet spot. Sometimes 4 was doable and sometimes I was scraping out my brain for anything to write about.
Like anything, it can be taken too far and 4 was immensely difficult. And I don’t know how many of them were actually good.
Anyone want to comment which one they liked most from the month?
Sleep in the pounding disconnect
Floating without tether
Give me this time
To explain with a rhyme
The sound building
Hopeless before the onslaught
I wait on porches
I wait in dreams
I wait where hope may bloom again
It’s the hardest choice to make
Floats like lilies on skin
No truth revealed
But All in wake
Transfixed by silent reckoning
Mistake or beckon
Plans kept or broke.
Sleep comes hard
When friends are lonely
Exhaustion is easier
There is comfort in the everyday
In the routine
If you make yourself aware of the process
If you accept this moment
There is comfort in the whip
In the highs and lows
Mindful isn’t a buzz word
Being fully in the moment makes any moment worth the time spent
My goals are comfort and joy and love.
So when I top, my goals are to get you where you need to be to join me, by my side
Never in front or behind
My partner, my equal
Two sides of the same coin