Her hot lips
Glazed like a thin layer of butter
Adorned by sprinkles of sugar
With a tongue that tasted of baked cinnamon
Mmm, the sweet things she said
My weakness?
An ever starving sweet tooth
And she knew it all too well…
Love
Happy New Years
I used to think that titles were cliche. A name needed to affirm the important things in our life. There’s never a better time to put titles to the test than when you are in a position to where you can’t give more than you recieve. Here’s to real friendship. Y’all never judged me. Never left me. Always believed in me. Always loved me regardless my circumstances. Where would I be, in my darkest moments, without y’all. 2017, the year y’all picked me back up after I was brought so low literally surviving 2016. Y’all always saw me for me, not my mistakes. Humanizing, when I was weighed down by my shame, guilt and loneliness, y’all restored my confidence, reminded me of my promise and gave me unconditional love amongst moments I cherished. Friends, the only cliche is that the title no longer does any justice to the meaning. Happy New Years, and thanks for always keeping it real with me, regardless what real meant at those times. I Love Y’all
We danced
We danced-
I danced to the vibrato of a siren with the eyes of fire
A rhythmic inferno, a melodic hurricane
Swiftly I was taken away by her song,
Damn she can sing-
The way she gave cadence to my heart
The way she commanded my soul
The way she shackled my breath!
The way! She, said, my, name…
The way my spirit applauded in the wake of my imploded mind
That voice, her song is talk, she sings gracefully
She is choir of euphoria
Phantom like in her essence
Hypnotically sensuous! Ah!
She spoke..and gave balance to my upturned life
I thought I was the Libra, she is a collage of every zodiac
A true star
How can I ever be out of sync, for she is my harmony
My life is now her instrument, her music, her song
Strum my heart strings like a violin, a cello, a guitar
I live inside of her orchestra
My passion thrives in her opera
Our connection is a concert, we perform in-tune each day
Enchantment is a symphony in the way that it flows
She is it’s composer, yet still we danced
Tecumseh Skies
Tecumseh skies
I get lost in them, sunrise to sunsets
I crane my neck atop of my spinal column, my flesh stacking like a stack of pancakes
As my eyes soar the vertical limits, dazed in awe
Hypnotized by the littering of oil pastels across the skyline
Streaks painting the atmosphere a collage of colors
As if God has a canvass of infinite textures swiping freely in some cosmic design I’m unaware of
Beauty in its randomness
Magenta, navy blue, sky blue, flamingo pink, reddish orange with specks of yellow and gold..
[intercom]
Head back to your unit Wardlow
Reverie snapped
Quickly swallowed back into the mouth of hell
It’s teeth gnashing at my worn black boots
My body, once weightless, now heavy, feeling every push of gravity towards the stained grey concrete
I reluctantly begin to walk
I pass dead green grass, dirty grey fencing, and a morbid tan khaki colored clothing
A color some will go to their graves in
Until tomorrow
Tecumseh skies
Dry Ice
I can’t wait, until these tears dry
I can’t wait…until this tear dries
The last gift, to which, I can remember you by
The scars on my heart, I can remember you by
A glimpse of our stint, hmm, December, July
Hot and cold, seasonal love only delivers you lies
I try to close my eyes so you don’t enter my mind
Then the moment you arrive, my temperature rise
Perplexing your effect..you are composed of ice
Perplexed by your effect..your composure is ice
I, can’t wait until this tear dries
I can’t wait! But now this tear is ice
Addict
Chain smoke, binge drink
Pop pills, narcoma…
Inhaled lines, euphoria!
Crazy thoughts..scared of needles
Exhale leaves, picture perfect..no worries
Coming down, sick of life
Drink syrup..light darkens
Lucid dreams-echoed vibrations
Mirror-mirror on a caved in wall
I look down standing on a pile of broken glass
Asleep on a bed of needles, don’t wake me
I’m still broken, I may never feel whole again!
And then,
That love, real love, her love..
Pure! Inhale…
Exhale!
Intoxicating
New Drug, Love
Addicted!