Category: Poetry

Poetry

goddess-sized bed
sprawled out –
have you forgotten
this isn’t your place
•
four of my six
pillows make your
halo of comfort
•
and I’m falling
off the side of
my own bed
•
I’m mad, man –
don’t need much
to set me on an it
•
been feeling your
encroachment
trying to ignore it
•
but this I can’t –
mine isn’t a bed
for a king, see
•
it’s goddess sized
and barely fits me –
my glory expands
•
so enjoy your sleep
beneath full moon
as tonight I creep
•
but on all the other
nights, don’t be
surprised by our rift
•
when my bed won’t
contort my will
to make you fit –

nature, Poetry

rain in the forest
sharp, shrill sweetness
lingering like perfume
saturating the heavy air
with saturated ground
•
dark hues beneath light
colors, making bright
the dull and subdued
with depths of imbibery
•
inviting you to sink too
to step a little harder
and walk a little slower
as your senses melt in
•
tasting the moisture
with every open mouth
breath, drinking down all
these precious pauses
•
time ceasing to persist
holding so effortless
like dialating to ingest
instead of consuming
•
your skin prickles at
the freshness of wet
not cold but not warm
a place in between its
•
listening to the sounds
of nothing to get to
humming the melodies
of forgotten temples
•
this is your Temperance
this place of abandonment
and the new life unfolding
finding this balance within