|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.
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DO learn everything you can about this disorder. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to know what to expect.
DO realize I am angry and frustrated with the disorder, NOT with you.
DO let me know you are available to help me when I ask. I'll be grateful.
DO understand why I cancel plans, sometimes at the last minute.
DO continue to invite me to all the activities. I never know from day to day or minute to minute how I will feel and just because I am not able to participate one day does not mean I won't be able to today.
DO feel that you have the right to ask about my doctor or therapist appointments - but DON'T ask me if I'm taking my medications if I'm legitimately upset about something.
DO continue to call me, even when I only seem to want a brief conversation.
DO send cards, notes, and ot
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Use your braids to tie you to the bed we share?
May I keep you there,
to stay forever at my pleasure?
Delilah, you are my lover,
but you do not love me.
With slender fingers that I often kissed
you found your way inside my skin and
deftly pulled a heartstring out,
wrapping it like wire
'round your slender finger like a ring.
Would you attach it to your heart
or cut it, too?
Delilah, you are my love
but you do not love me.
What can I do to make you love me?
Anything if you will stay
Delilah, will you cut my hair?
I will be your slave forever,
if it should be your pleasure.
I will die at your pleasure, cruel Delilah.
Say that you love me.
Lie, Delilah, lie.
You say you love me,
Delilah, lie, lie, lie.
You are my lover,
but you do not love me.
Nothing I could do would make you love me,
but you lie, Delilah.
Every night, you lie to me.
You took everything from me.
Delilah, I want t
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and you have called it again and again,
every night that you lingered to sample my skin.
Every word that you sent is a word I hold dear,
signed and sealed with a kiss, each one a red letter,
lovingly written, faithfully delivered.
My ear is a conch shell holding your words forever like the sea,
endlessly, endlessly echoing them back forever for me,
and I return them to you, the closer you lay your head next to me.
Your voice, your voice, your voice has an echo
A warm breath in my ear,
a cool cry on the wind.
Beg the stars to linger.
Lace the night with my name.
A beautiful confession,
a sin carried on the wind,
when you call my name
and you choose me again.
My name is Fate, and you call it again and again
every night when you linger to sample my skin.
Shall I kill you with kisses?
Say not "Again"
for I fear I have stolen your heart through your skin.
Grab Fortune by her wheel, love,
take her for a spin.
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on this arbitrary day.
Kisses look like
little wrapped bombs
in aluminum foil;
no X's & O's for me -
I'm not hungry anyway.
But I cannot stand
the sight of flowers.
Carnations are too sweet.
Roses are too dusky,
and far too inviting,
and without shame.
Stamp 'em in a card
and give 'em to your lover,
then burn all the rest
for the sake of the rest of us.
Let's have a bonfire of the vanity
of this 'gifts for sex'
Saint Hallmark's Day.
Now gather round ye lonely,
and warm your hearts;
we are taking back the day.
Don't worry, lovebirds,
we'll throw it back
after our blood mingles
with strawberry champagne,
but as the number 14,
because a day belongs to no one.