Old Key

you jiggled the old key

into grooves

to turn the rigid cam

tang rests fully inside

secrets overflow

out of the small

heart-shaped doorway

filling small

quiet spaces

between us

fitting together

better

than ever

magnetic touches

electric kisses

strings tied together

we take turns sketching lines

mirroring beauty being drawn

in sand portraits of our stories

I beg hands to be gentle

holding my fragile drum

with perforated shapes

of previous gashes

with shoddy patches

too small to cover

our magic infused

plastilina molded piece

only just begun

to take form

forcefully asked

to stretch

and thin

across time

and space

painfully

prematurely

testing its substance

strength

retractability

I ache in anxiety

when it may reach

its limit.

Nothing but the heat of embarrassment to keep me warm.

kissing someone you barely know
intimately connected
figuring each other out

pretend this all means something
a beautiful fleeting moment
quickly fading into memory

explore a trail on my arm
I dance my fingers in your hair
we stare into each other’s eyes
we look for each other’s souls
we discover the color

the sun tickles our feet
our joy seeps out in giggles
find safety in the temporary
as this moment uniquely exists

brush your lashes on my cheek
your smile pleasantly sits crooked on your face
ignore the day that’s pulling
I wrap your arms tighter around me

we float in warm silence

FRAGILE

Sometimes I feel like the world is coming to an end.
Then I realize it may just be the sweet soft youth being peeled from my eyes.
Seeing the fragility of life and the vulnerability of being human for the first time.
in wide screen.

Let’s dress like we’re from decades ago and laugh until it hurts.
Make sure our hair is perfectly undone and talk about the world.

Explore the power of GUMPTION.

Cool Fire Fall

The wet fallen amber leaves cling to the windows of my car as I drive down the windy road. The adrenaline pumps through their veins as they enjoy the last thrill of their lives. The wind sneaks underneath one that is the color of fire, lifts it off the glass and charms it into a beautiful and quick paced dance. I reach out and gently grab a leaf that is flapping up and down as to say hello and run the slick autumn between my fingers.



Photo Cred: "Artodin" this AMAZING Taiwanese photog (with a really cute dog) that I stumbled upon on Flickr. Check him out!

The bus jerks and helpless bodies echo.

She excitedly flung her sweatered arms around his neck, stole one more smiley kiss. He lovingly grabbed her hand, frolicked across the street as it were a beach. Unable to contain their raw joy wildly radiating from their bright faces in this cool fall.

Some people say "we need to talk," I monologue.

2.10.09
My words seem to flow in scripted form in ways that my mouth finds impossible.
So, I can swear up and down a Birchwood that my skin is synonymous with steel, but against all resistance, emotions have seeped through…melting away my bulwark…leaving me vulnerable to the elements.
Though I’m uncertain of what I want, I know I’m frustrated.
In my mind, I’ve decided that you’ve decided that your interest is minimal. I know this isn’t fair, but it seems to be easier to think there is some kind of certainty in the fog of intangibles.
Is this situation that is “unprogressive casual” meant to stay stagnant, or die off? I seem to find myself in these interim situations often, which probably says something about me, and I usually let the progressive atrophy or organic “fizzle out” take its course after frustrated head scratching or partial drowning in my own cloud of thought bubbles. I know if I don’t say something, I would begin my intricate process of mental deconstruction of the situation and self-sabotage. It really is quite an intricate process! By saying something, I’m giving you the opportunity to respond…or not to respond.
We haven’t even slightly touched on all the bits of baggage that we’ve collected and tightly packed into our bindle sticks. So, I have no idea…really…where you are coming from in your relationship past. I will admit, this has been some strategic dodging; afraid what the answers are, and afraid to disclose the scathes of my past that can be dismissively laughed at as trifling matter. This doesn’t mean I’m not about to be offed by the culprit that killed the cat. Except, my curiosity is coy and careful. I’m actually intrigued by everything about you, especially that which seems to lay under the surface.
My life seems to be filled with lots of uncertainty, pumping my veins to full capacity with crazed energy…
I just need to actively try to sort some of these things out.
I’m hoping this will spark some real life conversation, regardless of discomfort or any other impediments we (predominantly I) can imagine up. Maybe a conversation where you can shed some light, clarity, frustration, etc. with some back and forth action? Or maybe, not? I know a similar conversation was had, but I think a more explanatory and perhaps decisive discourse is warranted.