Pain doesn’t advance in degrees.
It’s a sudden deluge
overtaking you,
filling up your lungs
with every kind of darkness
and bile.
A hand rises from below,
feeble with exhaustion,
trying to find the strength
to battle;
drowning in what is,
seeking to swim
in what will be.
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Night falls
and with it the cloak I’ve kept
upon my thoughts, how tightly
I’ve bound them to me
until now
they stretch before me
dark and silent seas
I allow myself to sink
beneath the surface
stillness unbroken by movement
deliberate peace
meditation on thoughts
quieted in daylight
fluency of night giving consequence
to my voice
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Dusk speaks to me,
silent whispers
capturing my attention
like a finger dragged along
the spine.
My senses sharpen
as quiet takes precedence
over the lush
sounds of day.
Unbound and free
my mind becomes loud,
though I say not a word.
My fingers run
over the page
bringing forth
what lurks beneath
the placid surface,
with nary a ripple
to be seen until twilight
embraced me
and made me
her own.
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Like air, I’ll rise
you cannot see me
yet I’m felt
like the wind that whispers your name
or touches you
unexpectedly
a cool caress upon your cheek
.
Like air, I’ll rise
and greet your lips
in a kiss
and like a snowflake
melt
from your heat
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The sun dazzles, skipping
across the snow
windows frosted with ice
crystals, a frame for my eyes
the news blares of frozen doom
we remain bundled
furnace blasting
safety indoors
shadow of heat and smoke
from the chimney
dancing over unbroken snow
silent, bare trees
sentries immovable in the warmth
the sun, a pittance
a car travels down the street
slowly
the crunch of packed snow
breaking the silence, paralyzed
by the cold
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It was never just one thing
or one way
she loved
whether slow, a savoring taste
or urgent
an irrepressible hunger
every time her senses
came alive
wonder and passion
a palette to paint her days
mind, body, and soul speaking
at once
a language she was fluent in
she embraced all
the dark
the light
and in doing so
surrendered all
to the unknown
filled with the sense that she’d arrived
where she’d never been
but was already known
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Morning glimpsed
behind a curtain
shaft of light
dancing
upon a headboard
dust motes
alighting
stillness disturbed
fingers slowly
moving
over warm skin
mine for yours
awakening
to thoughts, desire
curling around me
within, a band
tightening
every revolution
intensifying
every stroke
a lover’s wish
shattering restraint in
a rush of sound
a bitten lip
the lingering mark
of your possession
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