Oranges As Sappho Intended -- 25 September 2019

Between breaking the skin and
Peeling back the rind
We re-enact a new original sin
Flesh on my lips
Fingers soft and sticky
My skin hungers for yours
Will anything be as intimate
As your lips kissing my fingertips
While I feed you an orange?

Red Sky in the Morning -- 9 June 2019

I’ve always been a strong swimmer

But the swells of wanting you

Billows and breakers rage

An unexpected smile and

I’m disarmed

And the current keeps me captive

You’re a riptide that leaves me helpless

Dragging me into the undertow

I used to be a strong swimmer before you

Stay Close to People Who Feel Like Sunshine – 5 August 2018

Never before have I been so in love with the idea of love

Or felt it just light up a room

How can two people care so much

That their happiness extends to everyone else

We’re all drunk on love

And laughter

And alcohol

Not even a little rain could bring us down

Metaphors of Fragile Objects

We both know that breaking things is easier. My steps have always been heavy and I have all the grace of an elephant on roller skates. I crashed onto the scene and I’m sorry you had to pay the price for my clumsiness in whatever-we-were.

But you’ll heal, and you’ll scar, and those scars will eventually fade.

I’ll be here, bleeding, and missing limbs. It’s so hard to be your own tourniquet.

Please, tell me again how much I shouldn’t hurt.

I give everything I have away like pocket change, and then fight, claw, and spit for the slightest bit of affection from anyone willing. You have all of my everything, and I have nothing of you.

Sure, you can play the victim since I was the one that did the breaking. We broke like a Three Stooges skit; you were the stooge hit over the head and I was the glass shattered on the floor.  

But please, tell me again how much I shouldn’t hurt.