|You don't feel me in here, anymore.|
I stayed up all night painting your face so
I could beat the birds to crying your name
and the world would shudder and shake in two syllables
once the first glitters of dawn skittered across the horizon
and skipped across the tips of your blindfold eyelids;
I stayed up all night losing my sanity so
I could on auto-pilot put my body to work
and my hands would find a natural rhythm
in the swoop and crash of heat transfer
bobbing up and down in the waves of your skin;
I stayed up all night dancing so
I could prance through the doors of your dreams
and I would step and spin without your guidance
until your eyelashes fluttered awake with pride singing
and our distance would hum along with the song and close in;
I stayed up all night lighting fireworks so
I could pretend I was a sailor lost at sea
and you would find me shipwrecked at the shore
tame my soul's raging waves before the day could break
and giggle the whole way back to your lighthouse escape;
I stayed up all night writing these verses so
I could capture the firefly words to speak when your lips
first parted with the adieu of a yawn
and my tongue would sprinkle across them all
the te quiero's and ich liebe dich's my heart has been choking on.
Pieces of me are scattered across the city,
sleeping on storm drains, kissing their feet,
but I am unseen.
I giggle, "Hey, look. Those are my initials."
I point and recite, "M. E. S."
and the rise of his brow
whispers that he will never
be able to strip the memory of me
from these streets.
I smile and we take a step
Rain drips down the drain
and washes away my footprints
but my initials remain.
I am gone.
the polar knightshe caught your eye one day- while you were standing behind a counter; behind the wall you had built; behind the coldness in your eyes. she was everything that could melt the ice that had prickled your heart all these years- but you pushed her away, as the fledgling does the nest- and so you lost the sparkle in her eyes and let the cold seep deeper still.the polar knight by radiant-lights
you came across her again, many months later, her beauty more radiant than ever- your frost spread through your limbs reaching for her warmth. her draw was like that of a flame, so tempting to reach into and capture and yet so dangerous to those who desire to contain it. fire breaks glass and ice and men. your eyes melted at the sight of her and chilled again with every moment you spent separate.
it went like this on and off; days upon days of cold winters submerged in the frozen hell you made your home, only to be rescued briefly by a gimps of the sun- your north star, shining bright. you notice, however, that her warmth is fel
youblackyou by radiant-lights
thoughts and dreams
and wishes and unfinished business.
a string ties these feelings
shut, each addressed
never ment to lay
eyes on them.
heavy thoughts weigh
pages down, and
tears wash away
on yellowed pages.
a true measure
of the girl wishing
to discard her thoughts
and dreams and wishes
and unfinished business,
all contained within
four by six; infinite
by days spent scrawling
ugly words about beautiful things
written in silence- always silent.
.we'll burn these bridges together.. by ohsparrowsong
and pretend that our words arent singing the ends of our tongues.
the warmth of fall nightssoft breaths of anticipation caress cold skinthe warmth of fall nights by radiant-lights
as puzzle piece hands fumble to find one another
searching for a warmth that the earth cannot provide,
that the soul yearns for, that i wait for.
keeping frosty limbs warm for one another,
heads resting on shoulders because lips
are not magnetic enough until words allow them to be
and damn, when that spark is lit the fire warms us both.
you said you feel things with me no girl makes you feel
so it must be the realest thing you have ever felt-
but i feel like i'm still in a fantasy world and
i never want to leave this red and yellow dream land.
months of leaves changing and of shy looks and even shier words
and thoughts unheard and feverish dreams permeating
cold, lonely, nights spent waiting for a real moment
that would make me want to wake up to your warm eyes.
it all started with cold limbs and red leaves and a chill down my spine,
oh, how i never want to forget these cold fall nights.