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Cover me!


Cover me,
If i could scream I would
Instead of holding it together
A smiling face
Craving a sweet embrace

Cover me
Cover me strong
I’m falling
Always seeking
My world is falling apart
A place
I can’t erase

Cover me
Cover me whole
You that I want
My face against your chest
Comfort, egress

I’m holding on
Saying, I’m strong
But I don’t belong
I don’t belong

Cover me
Cover me whole!

L. 08/12/15 13:29

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Volcano: Crash course to you!


It’s been close to five years,
nearly sixty months and so many days,
I’ll start singing, “seasons of love”.
As if you were part of a show
or an act in a theater of design.
Were you a show?

Or just a display
in a basket filled with wonderings,
pretty things,
tasty morsels
and colorful pots of poetry
inked in shades of effervescent minutes?
Whatever it was, whatever you were,
indescribable isn’t a chapter,
nor a statement.
How can I, a writer or so you’d call me,
pen you?
I’d be a fool,
not of the sea!
But of mind and spirit too!
How you knocked my senses!
Pushed my limits!
And ruptured my barriers!
You, the lava!
I, your burn!

I burned!

For you!

Erupting in places,
exposing dreams!
Bare!
Oh! the holey places I never realized or knew!

Now I’m nothing,
but carcass, ash!
Settled!
On a plateau of memories,
awaiting forgetfulness.
But you won’t let go!

The simmer in my veins,
dormant, yet alive!
So alive!

L. 08/12/15 12:39

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Will I find you?


If I go looking,
will I find you?
Should I make arrangements?
A sweet rendez-vous?
Would you meet me there?
Somewhere?
Anywhere?

Will I find you?

And if you so please,
sit by the bay,
listen to the sway,
of the leaves, ’round-about
and watch the seagulls take flight?
I’ll take you there!
Maybe someday,
if ever I found the way!
I want to tell you sweet things,
unless nature whispered my secrets.
The moments spent telling them all about you
how I’d find myself jealous of the night that covers you,
jealous of the moon that pulls your eyes and of the sun that follows you.
Oh so jealous of your shadow, always near!
And of the rain that kisses your skin!
I am jealous of all that beholds you,
wishing that I could too!!
You’re the robber of my peace, yet it’s you that I desire.
You’re the wrecking ball of my senses, the aftermath of my storm.
How can I love one who did me so wrong!
You’re the thief of my sleep, the captain of my wants.
You’re the apple, I am the seed.
Without, I have no shelter!
You’re the itch that feels too good the longer I scratch.
You’re the lingering burn from the oven range.
You’re the tingling pain on the tip of my tongue from hot caramel drops.
You’ll never change and I’ll keep on taking you.

If I go looking,
will I find you?

L. 08/10/15 2032

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Between Cupid and kismet, there you were!


He says he wants to forget.
Me.
Like a bad taste in one’s mouth.

I take it as an admission; he has to work at forgetting.
Me.

So I smiled at his distaste.
At memory.
At him.
At us.
Who we were.
Who we are.
Who we’ve become.

We were something,
if only in my mind.
Something!
With someone!
If not the one!

He broke my heart.
Tasted blood.
That’s why he wants to forget.
Me.

If only I could do the same.
Erase his face.
Erase his smile.
Smear the lingering touches off my skin.
How he merged within.
Who I became with him.

He is.
With me.
On the sunrise through my blinds,
hint of twinkles in his eyes.
On the motion of the train,
how we first met!
On the sunset, by the Ocean,
his favorite place to clear his head.

How could I forget!
Or live with regret!
We met!

I loved.

I loved!

And forever, you’ll be with me!

L. 08/06/15

14:09

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First, always, last!


I fell in love with your words more than your skin
You walked in my daydreams,
captured my breath, swallowed my peace!
I called you warrior and light!
In the blue expanse of nothingness
Everything took flight!

Sights of rainbows on moonless nights!
Stars shining in broad daylight!
I fell for your secrets and might,
the merriment of your delight,
embraced your madness
which birthed me: “a goddess
in a temple of him!”

I saw a midnight sky in your eyes
that took me a while to discard.
The familiarity, an echo within!
And in the smidgen of understanding:
a sonnet inked in “you”.

L. 07/29/15 21:46

“The first time ever I saw your face, your face, your face.” Roberta Flack