Smooth
like silk
nary a ripple
his composure
on point
always a reason
to be unavailable
distant
but still
holding onto her
it’s only a game
when she is wise to you
she becomes the problem
suddenly she’s quiet
and passive aggressive
but she’s familiar with
this dance
the one that backs her
up against the wall
mea culpa
hovering
upon her lips
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Hope is a luminary
she sets alight
frees into the night air
watching the light as it travels
following its path
believing in its brightness
finding the unexpected storm
that blows the flame out
in a single burst
casting her into darkness
leaving her to search
for that flicker
the hope that she had
a purity of faith
that would right her perspective
that would calm her soul
that would make her remember
and believe
that there is good that happens
after all
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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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As simple as the whisper of your breath
upon me
I softly sigh ‘yes’…
the only word that comes to mind
when your nearness crowds out
all semblance of composure
and surrender
is what I ache for
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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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