Ciara

worried and wondering

and the only time i can cooperate the only time i will give it up is if you hurt me. torture me. put nails through my spine. watch the blood leave nothing but words behind. silent keeper of the quiet riot. you believe in your moment. and the only time i give upContinue reading “worried and wondering”

thursday in june

such a glutton for punishment. it will never grow tiresome, this struggle to make you love me. after many afternoons pass me under my closed eyes, i can feel the tiny knots in my stomach growing stronger.. and i find my rest is necessary. some sort of service to myself and everyone else. a ceremonyContinue reading “thursday in june”

breakaway

chest bare to this new feel. i look towards the hallway and find it empty. i don’t see you looking in at me, comforted in my pureness. i’m catching water with my hands. i’m swimming in the pools with hungry Puranas. asking to be eating alive. eyes wet still from the mornings dew of youContinue reading “breakaway”

24

this is how i feel.. the year has ended.. perhaps it isn’t quite what you thought it would be.. it isn’t quite what you thought i would be. i felt it more in the last 24 hours, but i can tell you nothing… perhaps your hard knock life brings you to a catapult.. these 24Continue reading “24”

333.3

33. 33.33..33. stems. they bring nothing good anymore. pulls. on. the . neck. 33. 33.33.33. brims. lusty love. worn out love… .. i’m stretched… if i had knees.. . i would crawl.. with only parts of me. some day. one day.

quiet

in your movements, i steal quiet moments alone with you. you don’t see them, you rarely notice. but i like to hide weak in your strength when i can. because sometimes i feel. sometimes i hide soft for you to discover. because sometimes my skin tightens for you to notice. lips wet, eyes glisten. musclesContinue reading “quiet”

your liberties

numb. when i close my eyes all i see is deep reds and oranges. and i am tired. and the sounds flood my bloodstream. keeping emotions bottled is required. don’t you see? i don’t have the liberties you have. i now hide, i squirm in the covers to find a cool place. weakened with restraint.Continue reading “your liberties”

patches

patient and sleeved inside a strong arm. fingertips wet, dripping with possibilities. it rests awhile when all else is busy. quiet and thoughtful, it aches for submersion. while the sun rises high, and bodies move quick. its calm, magnetic. and it draws me in tight, closer. and as it transforms itself into static, it quiversContinue reading “patches”

caught

i caught that. found your hard side, slipped through my cracks like water, it did. and you meant none of it, i know. but i caught it. it slid down my chest, right into my belly. easy with the balloons that were already there. caused breathlessness. my likeness. and i can’t tell you. paranoia. learnedContinue reading “caught”

untitled

rushing into it, i’m running for your presence. delicate in the texture of fingertips, i shine to meet the preference. just give it to me, give me what i need now. imagine the life set, open arms follow sunny embraces. i can almost feel the reassurance, like honey all over me. enveloped in the idea,Continue reading “untitled”