04292011

i came away from you

last night

with one million candles

dancing inside my eyes

and a fairytale

playing upon my lips

but not just any fairytale

you know

that fairytale

that took me first

that fairytale

where an ordinary girl

becomes a princess

by the single touch

of a magic wand

and this once

not just any wand

but yours

beautified

by the spark of lust

and left glistening

in love’s aftermath

how many magic spells

shimmer like stardust

when we are together!

04232011

these fragile lips

quiver beneath yours

then rest in permanence

within shadows of trust

we whisper of love

we promise forever

but

if i were a rose

would you kiss my thorns?

04222011

today

i remembered

my first kiss

i was seven

he was nine

though i can't

for the life of me

recall his name

but the kiss?

like cotton candy

brushing

against my lips

04202011

in times of storm

we shut our eyes,

stretch out

beside insanity,

and wonder

which misfortune

has trapped us

in its shadow.

04162011

know…

that i would

do anything

for you

but know this, too…

that i cannot

pull the stars

from the sky

not even for you, love

04122011

i counted the ways

he made me smile

one, two, three…

just like so

but i was counting

thoughtlessly

never giving

a moment’s pause

to think

but then, what if…

never giving

an eye’s flicker

to think

the counting

of infinite numbers

must, too, come to an end

i took the wind

by its tail

and twisted it

into gordian knots

wondering why

oh why, is life

so very complicated?

but, then, why not?

we are given

a moment’s reprieve

that stretches for hours

every slumbering night

and awaken

confused and asking

where it is

that we are

are we delighting

in the rest of angels?

are we simmering

in the vapor of loss?

and going back

and counting

and recounting

i ask myself

how many ways

did he make me smile?

i lose my mind

in the illusion

of numbers

supposedly infinite

but hiddenly finite

if only i dare

if only i dare

if only i dare

to keep counting

without stopping

ever

to catch my breath

and maybe

to let my eyes see

how terribly finite

is the counting

is the wondering

is the breathing

04062011

certain evenings…

when the stars are diamonds

piercing the heavens

you ask me

do you want to go outside?

and because i always do

want to go outside

with you

we go

and we watch

the moon gather the clouds

in the sky

and stretch them out

into wisps of airy cotton

and we watch

night deliver herself

as a lady

to a secret lover

softly… slowly…

a little at a time

and we smile to ourselves

because it is sweet to smile

and we laugh together

because it is good to laugh

but though our laughter

smites the velvet night

and april, like balm,

lays upon our thirsty skin

yours are the tranquil arms of intimacy
mine are the restless eyes of solitude

04052011

early morning

sitting outside

my face in my journal

my thoughts elsewhere

i drifted into mindscape

into fugue of imagination

and i closed my eyes

that i might better see

what my mind

wished to be

a truth

that was but fantasy

and in closing my eyes

i succumbed to

the power of dreams

where the mind sees

what it wants to see

and the heart feels

what it wishes to be true

but the soul knows

this is but a dream

and despite my resistant soul

i slipped into unconsciousness

and fell into uncertain arms

and in came

this haunting, flying delirium:

i am in the turret of an ancient castle 

at the top of a high and bumpy hill 

and the waves are crashing below me 

and the sky is spread out above me

and my arms are stretched out before me

wanting to grasp… wanting to embrace

wisps of taunting… teasing… elusive air