Monday, April 27, 2015

the man i love

the man i love
is a man i need
the man he is
is the man he'll be
when he lets go
he soon will see
the man he is
& ought to be

Thursday, April 9, 2015

unloading

it has been a long time making
this winding unravelling
i hoped to find closure down a sunlit path
with spotted shade & green virginity
and ethereal breeze of lilac blossoming
and ocean salts which are not there
but burn my lips somehow
the willows thrashing
in the savage lake winds
like children laughing with their hands buried in soil
primordial,
it is understanding that
though our hearts are broken for each other
nothing can be reconciled with love
but only healed slowly.

Monday, April 6, 2015

thank you

thank you kindly, kitten -
i wonder if you realize the great favour you have paid me.
i wonder also if you realize how perfect you are for one another because
you are both so selfish, vapid and shallow
though you are truthfully not quite in my league
i don't blame you
for an easy lay from a good-looking man
with pebbles for brains
why, it has probably been a long time
(if ever)
for you, fool -
you wretchedly uncultivated, condominium woman
i wonder if you realize how many times i have played this scene in my mind
but why would you care, or apologize
when everything has always been about you.
please, don't believe i still regard you highly,
though i could never derive joy from your sadness or anxiety
i still think you are a conniving, lying bitch
and i hope it was worth my sanity.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

inescapable scent

there is an earthy sensuality in your soul,
but you do not understand it.
nay, you know it so well that you will wander recklessly forever.
i want to believe that you are in fact a bad man,
that your mind is starved of emotional integrity
and that in your heart lies nothing more than a pile of discarded photographs.
but i find instead the regrets of old souls and raging ocean currents
hidden under heavy blankets.
i am sorry for you who is entangled in the web of my Great Love,
which is boundless for it knows not how to become old.
you,
you have pressed me against this wall that i am bound to cherish
for your scent will not escape me.