Western wind

Soft leather kisses
Goosebumps spread across skin
Made dusky by the winter sun
Spring wind whispers lies
Promises unkept
Summer lays in your arms
Hot desert wind
Calling

As one desires, as it is granted

The blade drinks blood
In rivulets
In streams
Drinks full
Drinks in faith

A blade bared
Deadly
Piercing only in love
Flesh parting
Shallow
Sweet hiss and dark eyes plead

Drips
Paint patterns on canvas
Pain and desire
War across your body
I take as treasure

You are mine

Emerge the dancer

Soft notes
Looking across the room
Into your eyes
Shocked recognition thrills up spine
Sad note of missed opportunities
Wistful reaching
Across the dance floor
Beat pulls us closer
Through the dancers
Their wild gyre
Obscuring the sight of you
Each re-emergence sending
Lightning through my heart
Step, step, step
Measured movements
Face to face
Hands clasp and on hip
Sway and burn into your eyes
Move together
Actions blurring in the fury of our passion
Past burned away
Until only now
And us
Remain

Two first names

Uncertainty draws vital fluid
A spinal tap of the will
Captured in the maze
No way out without a compass
No guides or guidance
A vision of pure ego
Without the strength
To stay the course

Flitting from idea to idea
No follow through
Ambition but no logic

Give a person tools
Watch them build or fall
Run or sprawl
Instead of this empty fog

A cutout that knows they are a cutout
Not a smart move
Par for the course

Heavy lid drops down

Rush
Pound blood
Soundwaves ringing
Softer than most hear
Pressured emptiness
Giving out
Breaking down
Too tired to scream
Earth undulates
Vision fogs
Vaguely incomplete
Verge of waking
Hot and terrible
Sleep calls
Beckons
But exhaustion is my mistress
Sleep only embraces
When heart blooms

Dying from the lack

There’s only so many days you can be sleep deprived without going crazy
Or you’d think that but here you are
Or maybe seeing movement out of the corner of the eye
ISN’T a anxiety reaction and you are hallucinating
Maybe that manic feeling right as caffeine hits your limbic system is that swing to thinking you are fine and everything will work out
Sanity is such a fine line
And ever present emotional pain bubbles up like tar
Coating every surface making it harder to move
No solutions
Just want to be held
Whether physically
Or buoyed up by your words
So I can sleep
So I can make it to you
So we are safe

We
Thinking as a we
When we aren’t yet a yes
My sanity must be slipping

Persistent memory

Glint of tomorrow
Transfers on contact paper
Powder burned
Room so cold it requires a blanket
The gift of a raven
Hints at a heat known only
By dreamlight

Obscured by a fogged horizon
Reaching out
Trembling
Fall asleep
The only place for us
For now

What sleep is

I sleep
Facing east
Knees slightly bent
On my left side
Pillow underneath left arm
Neck on top of another pillow
Cradling the crook

I sleep
Right arm behind me
Perched atop more pillows
Left arm outstretched
Pointing towards you

I sleep
Wearing normal clothes
In case of fire
Or emergency
I won’t be caught unawares
No shoes
No socks my concession to comfort
Though I am comfortable

I sleep
Single light bulb on
Illuminating my bedroom
Not out of fear
But because it’s easier to act if you can see them coming
While we’re talking sight
I wear my glasses to sleep
Only taking them off when I shower

I sleep
Facing the single entry to my room
No windows
Door locked
Blade never far from me
But concealed
Live a certain way for long enough and some things never leave you

I sleep
Breathing in and out
Telling myself that tomorrow doesn’t matter
Only now and now is sleep time
You can see how well that’s working
Since I’m writing this

I sleep
Alone
Longing to hold her in my arms
Snuggled up under the blanket she gave me
Because this is as close as possible
The air conditioner is on because
Here it’s hot and I can’t bring myself to put it away yet

I sleep

Step away from falling

display a fragile darkness
Recognized by all in pain
Am I a creature of recrimination
and bitter self doubt
Cast full flesh to the flame
Or cool water
Quenched and drowning
Slipping away beneath the skin
Gorged full of yearning
Turning on the wind