Heading out and feeling guilty…

Life is full. Rapturous. Engaging.

how
easily
swiftly
defeatingly
im drug back
to the war zone -death.

Sometimes death frees more than the person gone. Other times it chains hearts to dreams and wishes. And then there is death that haunts forever.

I think our Creator is wrong… love will not save the world. Unless love is required to discipline. Unless love is required to forgive. Unless love is no longer allowed to hate the enemy.

en route

changing again
i feel the swelling…
the release

leaving you
behind

lost
been searching
found a fragment

where did this love come from
and when did it arrive

i turned
it lay waiting
pristine and all aglow

when this love finds home
will it ever go

it is all too beautiful
my hands heavy
with your tainted blood

how this new love forgives
and breathes life

communion of souls

wish i understood
perhaps, i do
deep inside
light eminates
a bushel covered
instincts reside
beside, i fathom
the mystery
of life… to shine!

the grumblings
of earth, surface
lay bare
the charred forest
scattered to four corners
the huddled masses
break free
and rejuvinate
spirit… to be!

communion
of souls, breathe
a hush spreads
across the sea
waves ascend
the mountains
crumbling nations
and stories
buried, uncover me.

retreat.

this whispered touch
middle finger caress
splits open -borders
a wounded heart
to bleed love
and flow your way

dreamt you held
these broken bones
crushed dream -hoarder
i offered you
my orange creamsicle
spiked with fear

perched atop
you slink below
covered silk -corridor
i whisk away…
you needed more
rain to pour

chasing me into trouble
under the gun -again
and now i will never be free

somebody’s fool

body is changing
to form yours
blood-laced gloves
back pockets torn

MacBeth fooled once
me twice more

submissive love
chains around this heart
your knife slices
kinky through my life

who

i buried my self
a long time ago
even before you left
a smile
a hug
a “love you”

secure in my shirt pocket
pressed warm
folded in origami fashion
the finger oils
smudged words
linger long

long arrives the scent
settles upon the dainty
face covered by lace
secrets of passion
promptly,
kindly,

-erased.