I believed your deep words and deeper heart
The soft looks that stoked that most primal passion
You spoke like centuries
Disarmed my sentries
A story encased in archaic amber
That I was slowly starting to remember
But lost it was unto the ages and rages of the modern
Outmoded, outlandish and ultimately outfoxed
But the box I keep of memories
Still holds that pulled thread
From when we first met
Yet no needle that could repair it and
I am left with only what unravelling begets
Sometimes
There is a whisper
Under the layers of nature
Or life
It has traveled so far
And is nearly lost
But I’ve heard it
Weaving itself so tight
To my ear
Up against the drum
And yet
It remains a whisper
Its soothing syllables
Reach inside
Like missing parts
Returned
The inflection of my soul
The round sounds of wholeness
I am awakened
From the terrible dream
That you have gone
With only closed eyes
And fingertips
He etches my face
Upon the windows glass
I stare from it
As if seeing something precious
A deep delight in the eyes
A sly grin ready to burst
With teeth
The brows are sensually relaxed
With a confidence
A knowing
My hair cascades just so
Around my face
Feigning a shyness
However my beaming cheeks
Betray the soft tendrils
Two tight apples
of unhidden joy
As he turns to me
Opening his eyes
His near sighing exhale
Dissolves into a smile
That forms like a reflex
I feel my face fall
Into formation
With his creation
When our eyes meet
The arched neck and veined throat
Burst with his cry
Before he could let it
The face thrown into rapture
The energy
Of tightened muscles and movement
A love made
In gasps and comingled sweat
A euphoric rhythm
An ancient song unlocked
To pour from within us
Each with our own tone
To blend into one ethereal note
One skin
One heartbeat
Endless victory
Such a compelling derangement of ourselves
Can live in the minds of others
One who seems nameless
Sanctified within the cleansing of recollection
Or sometimes, the darkest ash
One to conquer
One to suffer
The heavy hand
that hammers the brow
Or the face rendered unrecognizable
By the trauma it wears
Much like a shriek being of elation
Or pain
And hard to differentiate
Yet we can be both of these
None of these
Or lost entirely in countless minds
Becoming a mere extra
In the dreams of strangers
Unforgotten yet unrecognizable
How cleverly we have fumbled
Across this plain of time
Digging our ruts and counting stars
Seeking the things we have always carried
Speaking the words we most want to hear
Claiming fulfillment when we lack
Changing our minds instead of our actions when we fail
Scorning those who pop with color
Rather than blending with our favorite hues
Seeking love by sight instead of by touch
Keeping all we find to ourselves
Even though it will not save us
We claim divine guidance
But insert human words
We built our own towers to reach heaven
But this time
We tore them down with our own bare hands
There’ s a warm arm that awaits
To sling just so around my shoulder
A brazen love that steeps in patience
A daring heart to disarm me
Without fear
Only love
That answers what I ask
And honestly so
That forgets its shame in my presence
and strips me of mine
That contentedly lies with me
sighing in the harmonic tones
that match sound of my soul
The convincing minds we have
So desperate to believe
what we have decided we are certain of,
Like scalding our tongues on our morning coffee
to hurry wakeful moments,
Finding patterns in our sacred texts
to make peace with preventable atrocities
Forcing our lives to be alike
while proclaiming our uniqueness,
Our emotions play accomplice in this,
For if you love someone enough
You can heal them
fix them
make them love you back
Not realizing that you hold all the love meant for the both of you
And give it all to them anyway
You have renamed this luggage hope
And painted it red
for love
for danger
for blood
That people are integrally good
as long as your doors are locked
And your gun is loaded
Minds are conflicted by fear
but rarely our own
That story you read of a woman raped
as a crowd watched
and did nothing
Reminds you of the time a homeless man
knocked on your car window
Asking for a dollar
You see, we all suffer
I am hopeless within it
folded and creased
reformed by its oragamic sway
Suddenly I am art
Beauty
revealing a delicate grace
once hidden in my vast corners
Organically I am changed
by its skillful hands
it knows which edges belong together
which pieces to tuck away
I am guided to take form
as a masterpiece
Refashioned into something
original, intricate, impossible
but for its mastery
Just another face
Inside the spotted glass
Disappearing
Hazy with smeared kisses
From beautiful women
An unwashed commingling of strong bonds
And stifled pain resurfacing
If you are ever here
It is wise to bring someone
to tell you how beautiful you are
For the honesty of such a place
With its chipped edges and grime
Will make the scars rise and the tears threaten
Punctuated by the sizzling, flickering light
Reminding us
this is what we are left with
Now choose your favorite bit of scrawled wisdom
And go
For the next look is always the hardest
The Mewriginal 