The Middle…

She took his lip between hers, bloodless, no air. How sweet life was to taste compared to this, but sometimes even vampires meet each other between legs. It’s a different sort of loving, instead of consuming, it’s the sex of companionship, of not having to explain bloodlust or savagery, nor to make excuses for it.TheyContinue reading “The Middle…”

Encounter by Czeslaw Milosz

We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly a hare ran across the road.One of us pointed to it with his hand. That was long ago. Today neither of them is alive,Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture. O my love,Continue reading “Encounter by Czeslaw Milosz”

#healing poetry; starlight steeped souls

I fall asleepto the moontide,noontide, after-in-between darkthat I thought smelledonly of the spaces between yourlegsI tasted the dawn, brieflybefore skipping to the nexttown for coffeeand I held his handfor a moment – his soulthe water stills at timesWhere you least expect toSee the reflection of theWorld as something beautifulBut there you stoodSlightly unsure, totally misjudgedInContinue reading “#healing poetry; starlight steeped souls”

Where Tides of Emotion Pull

It starts in my stomach,Or maybe my mind,A softly whispered ‘no’ And when I try to struggleWrestle it awayIt sticks harder to my insides Whispering ‘no’ I think I love him already,And I want it to workBut the feeling inside Whispers ‘no’ I feel like the broken one againThat there is some missing partA ribContinue reading “Where Tides of Emotion Pull”

The Writing Balm

When we stand in drifts of rainThat bathe our bodies underTrees that shudder in windCarrying new seeds to new placesWe know that nature is somethingto fearand to wonderat.I wonder at the rows of tulipsBright like freshly kissed lipsat dawn, and it reminds meof sweeter holds in bedroomsI’ll never visit again. I didn’t wander lonelyI wanderedContinue reading “The Writing Balm”

A Type of Wisdom, Maybe

Fascination seems to me a typeof Wisdom.Lost in the awe and maybethe wonderof Ordinary thingsLike how she singsintheShower.I hang the clothes outto dryin airthat shouldn’t be thereAccordingtoRationalityI shouldprobably digest the requestto lock my soul upand guesswhether he wants my tongue on his dickor myassIt’s an ordinarysortof wonderat the strange ways we twistactions and behaviorsinto mindsintoContinue reading “A Type of Wisdom, Maybe”

Timing

It took a little timeFor her fingersTo get to gripWith the gripOn those strings She pulled time fromA clock with her handsTied in a knotAnd knotted an hourOf mine And the music playedIt was haunting, and frayedLike she wasn’t so sureShe could finish the songShe was wrong Her hands took a momentAnd stretched itTo unfoldContinue reading “Timing”

The Beginning…

He whispered into her ear as they stealthily moved through train carriages. The heyday of all intercity trains had been left in the dust of 90’s grime, but she loved the anonymity, and unwashed hair smell of the seats. She chuckled. The ticket master wouldn’t find them now. She was already aware that the denimContinue reading “The Beginning…”

Irish Wake

I know tomorrow,when the world grows steadyand quiet –we’ll close the curtains,mute the sounds of modern life,and stand for a momenthands clasped,hearing the rasp ofbroken footsteps at middayThen, the coffin will travel,with flowers growing oldin the air conditioning ofa herse, with cracked leather seats. For now, we stand round, and drink and eat around aContinue reading “Irish Wake”

Camille T. Dungy – ‘Let Me’

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a poet spotlight, it’s been a while since I’ve read a poem that made me think, feel, indulge in the words written in that particularly emotional way. I really wanted to find something that made me feel, that made my joints feel sparked, in some way before IContinue reading “Camille T. Dungy – ‘Let Me’”