Tag: creativity

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 –

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