love – Page 11 – Poétique

Peacock

We have so many
Identifying markers
To make it known
To one another
That this is my tribe
You are my person
We are connected
We learn to read
Each of the signs to know
What we are silently
Saying and speaking to
One another in an
Outward appearance
With our earrings our hair
Tattoos clothing and makeup
We stare we look away we
Are shy we are lonely
We are fully aware
It’s all there
Can I ask you to show me
The truth of who you are
To get to know me
A signal a sign of
Who we are and
What we’re looking for
Like fishing we all
Pick out the prettiest
Eye catching lures
And then walk ourselves
Out into the world
Just to see what
Might be coming
To catch us to love us
Do we choose to be careful
When emotions are running high
Are we cognizant
Of those who may be at prey
Are our endorphins in the way?
Tucked behind corners of
Themselves people are
Always hiding inside
The disguise of their
Most beautiful feathers
Until we finally see
What we think we want
Of what we wish we had
Of what is mostly not
We cannot truly know
Until the tent has dropped

Appellation

I feel it deep
Inside my chest
Rummaging through
My anatomical toolbox
I found the rest
Central to my rib cage
So many parts
Around the gears
The joints the
Points connecting
Intertwining veins a
Warehouse for tears
Working churning
A memory factory
For feelings and
Blood red discerning
Volatile burnings
Swollen emotional
Dealings with time
And solace yearning
Tu me manques
Pressed into the clock
Back against the wall
Standing straight and
Tall like Big Ben
I found your name
On a piece of paper
Crumpled up
Tossed down my throat
I supposed like a well
Excited to tell or remember
To unfold it the ink
Was glowing there
Visible and dispelled
Feel at rest again
Heavy breathing
Then upon my chest
Your moniker stood
Living within my body’s
Domain imprinted
Safely until you arrive

Κακός

Crying on my knees
Another love by another name
I found someone else to
Comfort me fill in the blanks
Temporarily but still it was only
Almost the same the heart math
Is finally adding up to
What we were unable to
Formulate in the quadratic
Equation of our friendship
Mutiny is in the air
I’m not as important as
Every other girl
You turned at least two of my
Friends into your relationships
Where were your friends when
I brought you into my world
Into all of it and now you
Are having trouble showing
Up for me I guess I can
Finally see why I was
Left in a fetal position
Wrapped up on the floor
Comforting myself for hours
Begging for more attention
It’s gotten quite cringey
Hasn’t it me chomping at the bit
Wishing for all of it to be
The friendship that I dreamed of
Listening to records and
Sharing poetry every worthy
Moment unwaisted and yet
I have learned it could only be
What you were willing to let it be
And boys typically aren’t in the
Picture so I guess that
Also includes me
How did you love me?
Did you love me?
It’s a big deal

Roommate

Glass windows everywhere
You’re sitting at the table
I see you looking at me
Into my eyes directly
A bigger space you say
We’re moving to a different floor
Sharing a place with your dad
Where we are exactly
I’m not sure to be honest
You don’t want to move
I’m only interested in
The elevator to your heart
We have plenty of room
We can stay in the same building
That we are currently
A smile and a kiss
A couple of plants
A small change of address
Seems all too reasonable to me
A number on the door
Dark eyes dark brows
Dark hair and a stare
And for what we’re in store
I can see that you’re here
Feel the trust that it’s real
With a rise to appeal
I’d recognize you on the street
Most definitively
Though I’ve not met you
Except in my sleep

All Day

We could make love all day
Around the apartment
It’s quite simple really
Take a break for some toast
The cat is napping
He won’t be disturbed
The dog is happy
He’ll not be perturbed
We could make love all day
In the apartment
The rain is coming down
So perfectly whilst the light
Is creeping in and soft is the sound
Like your skin also glowing
Certainly brightens the
Room so subtly highlighting
Our bodies reflecting
The imaginary colors of the moon
As we watch the
Steam from our hearts rise
I can see the shadow of
Your outline fade into the dusk
As it crawls away
From the perfect day
We could make love
In the apartment if
You haven’t anything else
That’s keeping you at bay
I’ve a piano and wine
The food here’s divine
No rush waking up by the way
We could make love all day
In the apartment so hey
Let me know if
You haven’t any plans
Or just text me when
You’re headed this way

Speck

If it wasn’t for love
If it was mostly for money
Then the path to be chosen
Was the side door that opened
A cardboard box meant more
For love than another dollar
In the bank ever did
You can have so much
That you don’t exactly know
What you have
Throw away all the extra
Keep the important stuff
That’s enough if you know
How to count what that is
A walk around the block
Can really clear your head
And also unearth questions
About the meaning of life instead
Clean the slate dry it off
Pull out the washboard
Forget what was lost
Feels nice when it’s gone
Nothing to weigh the soul down
Free like a speck of dust
In the Puget Sound
Everything looks really tiny
Floating way above
Kind of like your troubles
42,0000 feet up in the sky

Nucleus

Water drips from the edge of the roof
Collecting thoughts in the perfect room
You can see the Golden Palace from here
A foolproof moment to be created
Manifesting the future in scorching hot
Breaths your body rests on top of mine
Imagining this for a lifetime is quite easy
To take you from behind and love you
Off guard more than you have been loved
Never before hold you in my arms and
Let our emotions get the better of us
A love stark love sparked nucleus
It’s every past experience that didn’t
Every opportunity that hasn’t
A rerun if all our hopes were fully hoped
Our time together is the journey
That we have been waiting to
Arrive every time we tried before
Climbing to the top of the stairs
There were signs I could’ve seen
Leaning out over the city
Palm fronds brushing against my cheek
Broken carriages and cobwebs
A cigarette on the balcony couldn’t
Heal all my wounds and predict patience
Reveal the past like Nostradamus
But the forthcoming patterns of passion
Hours and split seconds with you
Is a kind of ours that celebrates what
Could be the beginning of the perfect ending…

Calligraphy

With a propinquity to disaster
It literally destroyed me
In the moment you were gone
I was burning photos
In a fire pit in the backyard
Sulking up the street
I fumbled my bottle of whiskey
In the plastic bag
I was carrying
Unsure of what kind now
Something cheap I hope
I heard someone call out
“Oh no he broke it!”
I can still recall her voice
Pieces of glass rattling around
Though it’s over 14 years now
Such a strange step backward
From the top to the bottom
And if only for love all of it
How many rounds it is unclear
At this time two at least
If only to be loved
It was really all I wanted
Abandoned once before
But in this memory I
Couldn’t hold my head up
I fell down off my barstool
Wandering into a random spot
I gave my all to lose the lot
Domestically proven bought the home
I could cook I could clean
I could work to conquer everything
But I could not vanquish love
I saved my own life in the end
But not without the consequence
Of losing more of hurting more
Trying by mistake to love again
This is the result of survival
Still being it should be said
Books cannot be written
If the writer is not living
And so the quest for ardor
Continues on penciled in or penned

Cracks

Historic epoch
Masoretic text
Read your heart
Like a book
Study your body
Melt in your aura
Crevices and cracks
Similar to an oil painting
Notes on old papyrus
Paleolithic pursuits
Arrival of the galley
Receiving the best goods
In a heartfelt manner
Dancing the atlas
Mapping the globe
Wishing to hold you
Bones like bronze
I’ve waited centuries
Counted grains of wheat
Without rupture of
Pulmonary destruction
I gather the moss in the grove
To make a pillow to rest
In the light of our
Ancient love