Something haunting

I
Something haunting
stalking like prey;
burying in the bone,
her spirit forming,
restless and pacing.

Dreams of spirit
and the land; maybe she
is just more in tuned to
the earth’s churning.

No promise is broken
when faith and life
are there to evolve.

Her concerns fixed
on the lust for blood

she may just die alone.

II
She dreamt deep
the desert in sandy hues
warm breezes
open windows pulling in dry air
drapes in sudden stillness
candlelit rooms, shadows.
Diner put away
dishes being done,
roughhousing
leading to other things as yet left untried.

She stopped in the moment
pushed up from him
glanced at the knife having been set aside
and the thirst for blood, marking
weighed heavy
in deep labored breaths.
She reached for it slowly
he let her.

The candle flickered.

She dreamt of things as sure
they were never to be had
and woke in tears of loss

for this life gone to waste.

Heat lingering too late into fall,
the summer season clutching
holding on to strings a comin’
undone, unraveled in knots.

Blood lust and cheeks turn pink
and who will understand that?

She cares too deep you know, really
but attaches so rarely and falls,
well no that she can’t quite recall.

She, once lost and lonely
found it all since and only
less than a breath away.

Restless,
god I'm fucking
restless.

I was looking for you late at night
couldn’t sleep, that single drink
sitting heavy, breathing labored.

Face Flushed I thought my god
why are you still there, did I really
almost call and tell you to come?

And was it the drink really?
or the world and years of living
that sits on my soul?

Was it the drink or is it the offering?
That false thing any other
on your long list would take.

That thing I want for itself and
the myriad connotations it brings?
thoughts of it quelching fires,

the burying of knowing
I’m not where I want to be,
skin, not just any but yours.

I swear I almost called,
asked you to come.

Texoma

I
When you said you were going
there and if I had known you
actually known you, I would have
asked you to drive a ways further
turn down Cemetary Road,
throw a glance to the side
tell Robert his sister’s restless
though I think he knows.

II
Lay still brother dear for when your spirit stirs
mine in restless repose rears it’s head. We two
across the chasm finally are brother and sister
caring for each others woes and lost youth.

On meeting men…

Brush the soil away
Scratch the surface
see what gives
what deeply lay
in spirit and soul.
Yet aft a while the
meeting dost get old.

Idealistic Much?

When a dog get beat down
she get mean…won’t last long.
A lady now, she deal and turn
sweetly tempered smiles up
then in her heart cry alone
her strength a front, her
will incomparable, unknown.