July 5, 2013
That’s where she existed best.
In the dark, in the light, high upon the rafters,
Perched above the clamor of civilization.
Where fog embraces light in the form of bulbous clouds.
Where the pangs of sorrow are dulled by the atmospheric civility that only floating can offer.
Where tears find home in rain,
Calmness in the breath of nothing,
and stillness in the charm of fluttered roses.
And just the mere possibility of all this, that desire to break free from skin,
It cruised beneath her heart and pushed against limp veins.
Like leather tightly wound against screaming bones,
She felt the itch of wanting to escape;
To melt past rattling walls and bursting bubbles.
But only with shut eyes and kept breath could she find the courage to leap.
And spinning in the solitary moment of her first step was truth flashing upon somber lids.
It was in the rain,
It was in the wind,
It was in the beat of the sun
and in every crater of the moon.
She was interwoven in the bliss of this deserted place.
Every night bathing in the light of the stars
And every morning dancing with a flock of wings.
In her despair she had surrendered to the dream and found triumph in the crux of her soul.
Pirouetted in the divinity of absolute mirth, alas she was home.
December 19, 2012
Corkscrewed into immeasurable positions starting with the contours of your figure, dexterously clasped, in perfect place.
While deliciously sewed into the geometric spaces of your arched neck, and shadows of your moving face,
Are raised textures moved by the gusting waves of gravity and kissed by the elegance of nature.
Made from the pillars of crashed star dust and the ash of volcanic lust, filled inside the tear ducts of a satisfied maker.
Twisted legs, bended backs, pointed toes and compressed skin forever devoted to the crusade of movement.
Plagued by radiated grief rising from loose pores and fashionable frowns stitched in blood, debonair yet truant
Lame lids suspended above a perked nose and colorful fingers nodding in agreement over a twisted spine;
Squeezed between the elastic, bovine forces of a regal figure, gleeful in design.
Rounded O’s and parallel lines washed upon a shore of puffed powdered sand, emotive blushing lips and bleeding chocolate tissue.
Endless potential, harmonically infused by the bumping beats of a pumping heart, blunt and unscrewed.
Pirouetting into being and bolstered into bent contradictions of love-shaped lips wired into rippled, crying eyes.
Conjoined figures seeping of visceral avidity and shaped in the silhouettes of crooked letters forever melting & mutable, like wax molded thighs;
Your haunting figure, smirks outside the lines and bleeds of palpable pleasantries, gaudy and wise.