Restless in the shadow soft meat bruised wet,
odd thoughts set aside for the calming verve.
I am coming anyway me thinks for I am brave
and want to see…that much I deserve.

Hardness tries, her weary eyes beg and plead but no.
Instead I took the other path, the one I've never known.
What other way could my conscience ever play when
I call thee my own…dear friend.

"Was the simple chance to see too much to ask?"
But her god turned a deaf ear as always in the past...

Too much a comin’ too fast to hold. Devastation,
cheapness, all my wherewithal punched in the gut.

Get the to a nunnery darling girl, mayhap
You’ll find one to accept you sight unseen and blind.

baby crush

He thinks I’m cool and calm and sure
bounding forth like a pup on a treat.
But look a little further in my sweet

for I am that girl drug through the days,
dazed and wondering in the white space
awhirl, afraid here’s one more
I’ll never be quite good enough for.

And in the next breathe...

I had not planned...

Today seems too sweet,
cool breezes kissing cheeks.
All I am is the tripping of words,
the use of hands, eyes gazing
through windows of the sun and soul.

In my new place I wander,
wonder would it have seemed
as right as ever once I had deemed
if that one day in July
my mind had not been clearing
solidifying purpose, had not looked,
taken on a deeper notice of
cursory curiosity already astir.

Restless though I walk about
something heavy setting in
preemptive where I cannot,
will not let it lie for months
in time for I had not planned…

I had not planned…

truly...

lord, I see the fineness,
please, bequeath me all I am
for surety divines I take
neither fjord or damn
instead to forge and stake
my claims on trails unknown.

Far away in fey rays of her summer blush
lithely crossing oceans far and wide
eyes closed soft, nowhere could she hide
breathes shallow heart strong
sways and dips of inner songs.

All the words fell away as she
was left in silent shallow breathes
stopped twice for thoughts invading
clear, concise, ominous and sweet.
Soft and meek,
Are you okay, her dear did speak.
No, she replied in gentle cries
no, nowhere to hide. It all lay bared
and in his care much of the past had died.

While she lay softly weeping,
all the word in silence sleeping,
that girl she never was allowed to be
waved in gay charade across the sea
in welcome home and come to me.

Euphoria, how long does it last?
Last? Can you not see done right...
why would it ever die?