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More poetry found in Refuge
Addiction
Unraveled,
trailing bits of you
from my fingertips,
and lips,
I come apart
breath rising,
hesitating,
unwilling to let go
Your eyes grip my gaze
refusing
to let me turn away
and I am swallowed
by your need
Fear rises in my throat
competing with breath,
tapping out the rhythm
of my runaway heart
Pulsing, the heart
beating in my breast
draws first your eyes
then your lips
in soft caress
nibbling away doubt
erasing thought
eclipsing fear,
I feel
oh God, I feel.
You enter me,
heart, soul, body
and
in that moment
we are one
I am so high
I am full
my hunger is satisfied
in this connection.
I grasp for an instant
that which I crave
every moment…
We soar
melting
into this shimmering warmth -
the only thing between us,
and I give you
all of me
foolishly
addicted
to this,
this fleeting moment
when my dreams
and my needs
come
together
in
you.
****
Silhouette
The power to cripple
has charmed you
the power to harm
has overtaken your heart
you jealously guard
this power
though it feeds upon your very soul
stripping you,
gripping me...
I am but
the canvas
you paint your hatred upon
green,
black on blue,
purple...
angry strokes collide
taper into gray
The caress of the brush
leaves lines
that crease my face
in an eternal plea
shadowy traces,
the stain
of endless tears
rage eclipsing love
blaming me
holding me responsible
for the shadow
I am
hiding away
receding from view
growing dimmer
to elude
I melt,
and yet
you continue to paint
slapping haphazard colors,
careless against
pale skin,
the portrait darkens
colors bleed
into black
evaporating in the stale air
Canvas upon canvas
languishing one upon the other
in gloomy corners
days weep into nights
gathering
cobwebs.
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Iridescent
I wanted to walk into the surf,
wade into the light.
I wanted to become one
with the essence of the dawn.
I longed from somewhere deep within
to melt into the morning.
I walked to the edge of the water
took several steps in,
always watching the light
playing atop the waves.
I had but one thought,
one purpose.
to enter the realm of light.
To do that
I would have had to submit
to death.
I wanted to,
yet I could not.
What stopped me
knee-deep in the surf?
What stayed my feet
when my heart was pleading for movement?
I know not what - perhaps
it was the thought of my children.
At that moment I did not fear death,
I openly received it.
It must not have been my time,
my destiny.
Still, I was ready and willing.
Maybe after death we become
particles of light,
our purpose merely to
dance with abandon
between the heavens and the seas
scattering hope amidst sunbeams.
I embrace that thought with passion.
It calms my ravaged heart,
Steadies my ragged breath.
Peace enters in,
And is planted in my soul.
****
Favorite Sweater
You used to pull me close
and wrap up in me,
like your favorite sweater.
I kept you warm,
safe from the world.
Your eyes, would roll
back in your head,
glassy and unfocused.
I was your high.
Your contentment was so real,
something I could hold onto
for dear life.
But now you're a sheet of ice,
glaciers streaming from your eyes,
sweeping before them
all that we wished,
all that we knew for sure.
And they break apart,
spilling over,
sailing away
with all my reasons
for waking up.
My breath is snatched away
in the blue glare,
an icy stare
that is unforgiving,
unfeeling.
Feeling colder
than cold,
with nothing left to hold onto,
can't pull it back,
can't pull it over my own head.
Discarded, it lies in a crumpled heap
upon the bathroom floor,
and I watch you walk away
wrapped in lies,
with all my questions why
unanswered
falling,
dripping,
from your hands.
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Useless
It seems useless
to fight it,
as it
wins me over,
and over and over
there is no longer
any use.
****
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