Tag: relationship

Words/Actions

Words of an action and actions of words
Are vessels swathed in seas of intention.
Neither are law and either are deferred
To in conflict's caustic condescension.
Nothingness stranding an eternal core,
Enveloping the wildfire of the soul,
Extinguishes hope with a silent roar.
Divide me from the warmth, leave me in coal.
Over the sheer precipice of desire,
Riots break out in free fall to dictate 
Being as a tool in fulfillment's mire,
Opens distinctions on which to fixate.
Tell me, or won't you, that I'm beautiful;
How's my faithfulness inexcusable?

Blue

I swoon for beauty
So truly human,
The face of a boy
With joy illumined.

Yearning turned away.
My burden, my curse
Lifted as his lips
Slipped into my verse.

Embrace, erase time
Debased. Grace, the theme
Down at our feet, tame
Living as a team.

My truth is in blue,
A youth from an isle.
There, within his eyes,
I finally smile.

Culpable

I said I'd be culpable
For ruining your evening
Bemoaning my multiple
Bites, instead I'd be leaving.

Rather than to aggravate
You, I went to get relief 
From a cream to acclimate.
Then my mistake was belief.

I thought I could reappear
And share the backyard again.
I was acting cavalier,
Yet the moment would descend.

I truly am gullible;
They bit me and you, enraged,
Stormed off as I, the un-sage,
I said I'd be culpable.

If I can’t give you anything

If I can't give you anything,
I'll at least hold while you take 
It yourself, and such entering
Can be what you need to wake
From the isolation of dreams
Which grip your soul with ideals
Life falls short of. Time unseals
Each formula throughout our schemes
And efforts; through our aspirations,
Which you say I lack, but there's one:
Meeting in those special translations
Where I become the earth below
And you come down like heaven's sun
To share inside all things aglow.

AC Issues

I'm so sorry the AC bit the dust.
Hopefully it's just a water buildup,
Though I fear we may have abused the gust-
Inducer which perhaps may be filled up
From overuse. And you stayed up so late
Washing clothes and towels, all for my sake;
For your help the world sees it fit to bake
You in your own home. As always, your fate
To be left behind while I go to work,
Which in this heat seems rather an escape.
I pray the trio of fans is enough
To lessen the burden of the heat's drape
Upon the sweaty bed of comfort's spite.
With luck, by evening it won't be so rough,
Dad's shop-vac could have it working tonight.

Don’t you like to smile?

Don't you like to smile?
You know sometimes it is warranted,
Those times when we can laze a while,
Forget the world's exorbitant 
Amount of stresses and their warring bid
For domination of our psyches.
Slap some nonsense news on my dormant lid,
Tell me a joke to strike ease
Lightly on matchbox nights like these.
Tie a ring of embers around my tongue.
If we're laughing we're using the right keys;
Laughter is how the spirit stays young.
Then, even when we're old, your eyes and lips
Will never cease to make my heart do flips.

Prisoners

It's hard to love a prisoner, I know,
I too was locked away before we met.
The flower shut in a box will still grow,
But not to bloom: its fruit is regret.
I know you can find your freedom yet;
You don't have to change yourself quite so much.
Only give yourself the courage to bet
On your desires without needing to clutch 
Expectations of them. Our kind are such
That define and find our passions in pains
And restrictions; I admit there's a touch
Of attraction to lows, a kink for chains.
If you tie me up, I'll free you for fun.
We're prisoners of what we haven't done.

Would you love me if I were a worm?

"Would you be able to love me still,"
I ask him, "if I were a worm?"
"What do you mean by that, of course I will,"
He says, " I think I'd like you more in turn."
"I'm glad your love for me's so firm,
"But that was not what I was hoping for."
"Then why did you lay it out in such terms?"
"I don't know, I thought the scope would be more
"Assuring me I'm nothing close to a poor,
"Squirming worm," is my confused reply.
"Then you shouldn't give me that open door.
"If you were a worm, it wouldn't change my side:
"Either way you cannot help me escape,
"But I love you in any form or shape."

Come and shake the dust out of your hair

Come and shake the dust out of your hair,
You wallower—even in my dreams—
Take a bit of golden glare
From mine and tie it to the sunbeams
Refracting in your eyepair's blue gleams.
Allow me to rest in your plaintive gaze
While outside the sudden sun shower streams.
Thunder doesn't disrupt the rays,
And sorrow needn't cloud our days.
Light can be produced by sharing a kiss;
Warmth can be fostered together in praise
Of each other's touch and soul-tenderness.
All raindrops splash the shield of our embrace,
My treasure plainly hidden in your face.