And I miss you,
like the rain misses the Earth
and then misses the sky;
perpetually perplexing,
hovering in a kind of limbo,
curling in the crevasses
between the arteries
and chambers
of my heart,
a fog
in the hills.
yes,
yes, yes!
and there it is!
That moment when, simultaneously,
our hearts
beat
as one - -
before bounding off again.
Favorite Sound #67 - your breath whispering
in my hair to
the heavy
beat
of a California spring rain,
in our barn loft club house,
in our bed, in the dark,
and the soundless
rhythm
of our hearts.
,and I miss you
but the songs I
sing all day link
our spirits
,and the breath you
exhale at night
blends and rushes
with the wind and
whispers your name
through the leaves of birch and oak and
heavy pine north,
north,
north
,and reunites our souls.
And I miss you,
like the rain misses the Earth
and then misses the sky;
perpetually perplexing,
hovering in a kind of limbo,
curling in the crevasses
between the arteries
and chambers
of my heart,
a fog
in the hills.
yes,
yes, yes!
and there it is!
That moment when, simultaneously,
our hearts
beat
as one - -
before bounding off again.
Favorite Sound #67 - your breath whispering
in my hair to
the heavy
beat
of a California spring rain,
in our barn loft club house,
in our bed, in the dark,
and the soundless
rhythm
of our hearts.
,and I miss you
but the songs I
sing all day link
our spirits
,and the breath you
exhale at night
blends and rushes
with the wind and
whispers your name
through the leaves of birch and oak and
heavy pine north,
north,
north
,and reunites our souls.
hands together when i kneel by gliitchlord, literature
Literature
hands together when i kneel
i may not be much
but swear to christ i'll level you.
cut your teeth on me
and drink devil tongue
when we kiss.
unsettle your desperate itch
and lace your ligaments;
i will swallow you
within an inch
and own it.
i'll be bearing mary
up until the twist,
then rectify my wandering eye
with touch
of lips.
locked, you exist
to please me.
Memories of the West Wind by shelleypalmer, literature
Literature
Memories of the West Wind
After the full moon I breathe
across the ocean
and remember old sailing ships
catching me softly.
And I remember those who stood
at the high mast,
and saw the stars
and wavelets kissed by moonlight
before I smoothed them gently to shore.
And the land was always
beyond reach and never Home.
And below creaking decks
men hunched and sang
of their desires,
through a grog-filled haze
that set the mast askew
and painted the sky gold for many days.
And though many other crafts
have skimmed the waters,
I loved too much the fulsome beauty
of a sail filled with my breath
and the earthy, raucous singing
of sea shanties that lingered
long after the
roll of thunder, set me free by daybreaksmiles, literature
Literature
roll of thunder, set me free
Tonight it rains.
I crawl into bed and
draw the quilt tight to my chin,
the shape of your name
hiding in my smile,
but I don't call.
pit pit pit pat
curled into the sacred hollow
between your ribcage and your hip
I hear you pray aloud for rain.
I don't know if you're hoping you might be
marooned in this small bedroom,
or if you're begging to slide unseen
into darkness, too quickly to think,
too quickly to care at all.
when you leave, the moon rests
high on its throne of stars
and there isn't a cloud in sight.
patter pitter pat
Tonight it rains,
and I am eased by some great hand.
A thunderous gentle-giant
wraps me tight in its
I know your name;
It is wet wind through thick
leaves on warm nights.
Our pensive heart, drawn on the worn
thin velvet pages of my favorite books.
I wear your soul like a cloak
against what-ifs and listen wholly
to the crickets I
robbed you of.
So I just wrote a poem for the first time in a while. It was something I had jotted down in the middle of the night after a bad and lengthy break up and then shuffled it to the bottom of my drawer. Months ago. I spent hours on it today.
I typed it up...