Limits

The cold arrives, and with it, memories
of another crisp November day,
when we took turns warming icy-fingers,
sage-scented smoke settling over us,
it was only natural for you to wonder
why those shadows filled my eyes.
You joked, said we should be reckless,
and strip down to our secrets.
I thought it was quite risqué.
Then you asked to taste my tears,
but you were on a salt-free diet,
so not to desecrate your body,
that divine temple of chastity.
I unbuttoned my cotton blouse
so that you could see my breasts;
when you asked to touch my heart
I told a dirty joke, and laughed
to cover my surprise at your interest
in something so scarred, so hollow.

As you tried to see inside my skin
I let you touch my private parts.
With an amazing familiarity, or instinct,
your nimble fingers roved over me.
I gasped, as they pulled back the hood
from my budding, rose-tinted charade,
anxious to expose my truth.
While you rubbed, expectations
burgeoned, musky and sweet,
until your finger slipped even deeper.
Suddenly you were inside that space
I never allow anyone to touch.
You boldly probed that intimate nook
where she lives, the forever-fragile
child in her squeaky rocking chair, still
fearful of her Mother leaving her alone.


We never loved like that again:
Every girl has her limits.

Coruscant {For Barbie}

When the morning breaks wide-open and lonely
you fail to notice that dew still glistens
upon the proud limbs of summer’s verdant grass.
The miles separating you from
warm scents and busy sounds seem endless,
too vast for your heart to span.
Words dance across your eyes,
they tease your Sahara-laced lips.
Tears of silvery spheres spill over
into a pool of memorable pleasures
licked from arched fingertips.
And then, out of the mists, on crystallined-wings
of thankfulness, a coruscant day arrives.

Gegenschein

There’s no room for light
at the fringe of these swollen shadows.
The penumbral outpost is already crowded,
overstuffed with fears and damnable regrets;
dark things that belong in black corners,
well-hidden and out of reach.
I have it tightly packed with sorrow,
doubt, and paralyzing insecurities;
pressed between other things too bitter to face
on the tangerine sun-splashed morning,
like loneliness.

My Sky

There is a movement of spirit
when the sky becomes an ocean;
its depths infused with inky hues,
laden with a weight of color
spanning the spectrum of blues.
The air is charged and surges
through all that lies within its path,
currents alternately flow and ebb
in heavens, dark and vast.
Seams split; night’s arms open wide
for lashes from its mysterious master,
to whose will it readily complied.

There is a settling of peace,
sediment from the storm,
where reflection is forever altered
from what had been its norm.
In awareness of minute details,
your diminutive status within
seeps through the memory of man;
An understanding,
pre-dating the oldest Celtic clan.
There is a need to be connected
within a desire to let go;
to surrender to the forces
that balance beyond control.

Without Redemption

There are depths to you I cannot plumb,
Walls within I cannot breach.
My feelings are a vast ocean;
You contain in a thimble.
They're randomly poured out to shower you;
These baptismal waters of purification.
You're born again into the light of my love,
Cleansed of the sins in the past.
Each time you empty the thimble,
I try to tread the breaking waves. They
Erode the frail castles I lovingly built.
I am left without a method of redemption.

The Rain

The rain
reminded me of
your kisses,
liquid and beating down
in the rush of
a thunder-clapped drum solo,
or heated; a flash - and gone
before I could catch my breath.


They rushed over the banks of my mouth,
eroding the sandstone of my heart,
until…I was desert again,
aching for a single drop.

The rain
still reminds me of
your kisses.

I wish it would rain.

Eviscerated

I was a
Fragile receptacle,
Created to
Hold your abundant venom.
This cruel poison,
Methodically
Killing every frugal drop
Of kindness or love.
You skillfully
Administered enough
Antidote to sustain life,
And prolong agony;
Continually breaking down
Previous immunities.
As the last painful
Dose of destruction
Ceased to entertain
You, I was
Eviscerated.