Forest

‘what happened to the forest?’, she asks,
and I tell her how I was never a sapling,
how the canopy was too dense for far too long,
that I now flourish in the splintering of old wood

but what I cannot tell her,
what my heart fractures to know,
is that I see some of my wicked splinters
were seedlings which now flourish in her

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it hurts my heart,
makes my belly churn
to witness

I see her trying,
putting herself out there,
feeling exposed

but then the hurt begins,
and there’s that smile
that slides around the fear

and all I want to do
is scoop her up
and hold her close

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My Child

my child,
here you are

some will tell you your whole life is ahead of you,
they’ll draw you a map and tell you how to best reach that life,
and that may very well help lead you to some kind of fulfillment

but I won’t say those things to you –
your whole life is right now,
it’s in every moment you grasp with both hands and hold close,
it’s in every interaction,
every thought, both light and dark,
in every turbulent feeling

I won’t say those things to you,
because I’ve been gifted with all the best moments,
with witnessing you grow,
and watching you blossom,
while I grasped those moments to forever hold them close

I won’t say those things to you,
my child –
I see you grasping moments,
and I trust in YOU

I know you’ll find your own way

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Home

in a single breath,
bodies collide,
all hands and fingers,
grasping and digging,
until all-the-weight is pinning her down,
anticipation buzzing between them

tangling around wild curls,
gripping fists pull her closer,
and closer still,
until her every gasp
becomes his next breath

begging to be traveled,
slick bodies are grand landscapes,
delicious peaks and valleys
for savoring,
hands and teeth and muscle
the cartographers,
charting maps through hearts
and over needy flesh,
as they merge

he moved in her,
with her,
for her

and she knew exactly why –
now they will always
find their way home

-art by Leonid Afremov, Kiss of Passion

Flaw

she was in awe;
she felt as if they’d pressed themselves together until his bones passed through hers,
that they’d melded into the same person,
ever so briefly

and that’s what she believed true love to be,
what she always thought it should be –
this oneness that so completely consumed two people,
it would carry them on forever

but the hardest lesson she would ever learn
is that this was a flaw in her thinking,
in her expectation of love,
of another human being

for, no matter what she tried,
she could not reach into every part of him,
nor did he want her to;
no matter what she offered,
he could not reach into every part of her,
nor did she want him to

and all this time,
she thought that’s exactly what love was supposed to allow

she needed him,
she needed him, desperately –
he was the one place on this earth she felt safe and supported,
home

but she wanted, no needed,
to be able to disappear into herself
at times,
to find out where she stood and what she needed,
to figure out how to also be her own safe place
and her own support,
but she always needed to return safely home

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Ask the Dusk

slowly, sun begins to set,
twilight’s colors igniting the sky

light warily fading beneath horizon,
not quite ready for goodbye

patiently, I wait, for stars to shine,
illuminating hungry eyes

as dark descends in silky silence,
waking mortal souls once shy

where, lying bare, to moon and you,
I ask dusk to help me fly

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Marry Me

speak to me in dragon’s tongue,
in silk fingertip,
and breathless grip,
claim me, show me I’m the one

listen to me with thirsty ears,
with eager de Sade,
and lightning rod,
pushing boundaries, facing fears

speak to me in action alone,
narrowing all distance,
diminishing resistance,
the only sound our primal moans

listen to me shout your name,
in arches and cries,
and quivering thighs,
an eternal, fiery flame

marry me in spirit and soul,
intersecting hearts,
one sum of all parts,
enhancing strengths to make us whole

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