Friday, January 28, 2011

thanks all

6 comments:

burning moon said...

In your hands I am made
and unmade. A tiny doll
spun in the circle of your eye.
Tucked in your dimple
the sparkle from my smile.
You feel like home to me.
Like the shore upon which
the sea arrives
at journey's end.

Chels said...

i know i sing
at the edge
of silence

when the breath after
we breathe says
content. read me

the lines beyond
my eyes in
the dark, the stars

caught in my eyelashes.
the way my hair
feels softer, softly damp
against my pillow.

i have been
struck, i am
a ripple, a movement.
a wave,

i never rest; i
am only a heartbeat,
ceaseless.
lapping at your
shores.

Chels said...

you move me
in toe-curl,
it feels like yes.
voice in my ear
building
perfect distress.

i am a teacup,
rim touching lips,
in your hands
cradled; careful-
draining sips.

sculpted by
fingertips:
your monument, i'm

broken
by your blows.
we rebuild me
each time.

Anonymous said...

to: you-know-who-you-are -

one of the cruelest people I have ever met in my entire life.

and now

I will
eat
a soft piece of
delicious
nutritious

wonder

bread

&

go back to bed.

Anonymous said...

if

love is all you
if love is all

you

if love is

all


you

need then
what is need

?

Anonymous said...

Ode to Nina's Skin

There was her arm, my first rose
holding her while she withdrew
into fever and trembling, my prayers

three buckets of water to clean
her kitchen floor while she slept
how she said she'd bone me
and with what we never kissed

how i swallowed it all
without choking
forever changing my ability
to walk with God