Sometimes writing is like slipping
off your clothes
in the waning light of day
effortless
exhalation on a sigh
but most often it is retching
in solitude
a heaving up of your insides
results that are never pretty
generally painful
but necessary
relief
momentary
until all that bubbles up
furiously
is expelled
finding purchase
upon the page
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I want to know
the thoughts that linger in his mind
when night closes in.
Do they render him sleepless,
his mind a hive
of activity,
plans and conjecture,
a body fitful with want;
or is he able to pull them
about him,
like a blanket,
feeling every soft pass
against his skin,
an inaudible sigh within
pleasure pulling him deep into dreams.
I want to know
the thoughts that linger in his mind
when night closes in,
I want to know
if they are of me.
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It starts slow —
tentative touch
blooming
with color across your skin.
Like a meadow in summer,
thoughts that meander
gradually becoming
a steady hum
as he takes up residence.
A delicious
jolt
whenever you happen upon him
coursing through your veins,
pulsing beneath your skin.
Not simply desire
or respect
nor even tender regard,
but an
awakening
to him
and to yourself.
With every breath.
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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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