This Gift

This gift I give you
is yours to do with
as you wish.

If you treat it carelessly,
if you break it,
it is no business of mine.

What matter that it be my heart?

A
perfect
love
comes
in
its
proper
time.

Why I Write

I write because the words I feel
are never satisfied
when shrunk to merely utterance,
ink and page ungratified.
'Twould be cruel indeed
to limit them
to the thought I have at hand,
when I could just oblige
as my needful words demand.

A broken heart
pieced together
is stained glass
in the temple
of the soul.

Heartbreak

It's fascinating that a heart
can break so silently.
With nary a whisper,
it lies crumbled at your feet.
Love,
the glue that held it all together.
Loneliness
its absolute defeat.

I yearn alone 
amongst the heavens.
My whisper extends
to caress her soul.

But softly.

Gently.

I've no wish as yet
to end the enchantment
mere mortals feel
within her gaze.
She is the magic of creation.
The wonder of stardust.

She is everything.
She is nothing.

She is.

I've no intent to let her go.
I, the one who set her free.
For, in all of her,
is every part of me.

Sisters

Together.
You and I
e'er since
the dawn of time.
Forever.
I am yours.
Always.
You are mine.
Blood lines
are inconstant.
Genders, they reverse.
In some lives
I am the eldest.
In others,
you're the first.
My allegiance
will not falter.
On your side
I'll ever be.
Love stands
as reassurance.
Mine for you.
Yours for me.
My loss
would be complete
and I, beyond repair,
should I find
I need a hand
to hold
and my sister's
not be there.

Adrift

Cast adrift

Unwanted

Drowning
in
the melancholy
waves of my
despair

I choke

on each attempt
to breathe
your fluid lies

Sputtering my
disbelief

Gasping from
the force with which

you
deliver
your
imagined truth

Pain

steals

each

hard

won

breath

as I fight
to keep afloat

Struggling

against the current
of your
contradictions

Faith,
my weakness

My beilief
eternal

Grasping
at the anchor
of you

Your worn steel
abrades me

Betrays me

Pulls me down

Your safety,
my demise.

Overtaken

I wonder when I
will be over taken with my need for you
The weight of my fascination forcing me to my knees
in a desperate
desperation
Eyes blinded to all but yours
The longing
finally having driven me to measures unbecoming

When will frustration rule the moment
and find me
at capacity for want
Unfulfilled
and
unwilling to go another day

When will I be found
hands extended
pleading
in a grotesque display of foolish passion
A final
mad attempt to claim you
Grasping at the worn out scraps of favor
you deign to toss my way
and
gathering nary enough to fashion a veil of tattered pride
with which to mask my loneliness

When will my curses fly free
mingled with words of abject adoration
Leaving me to wander in
a blizzard of loss
A brutal winter of self imposed solitude


I wonder when
you will rule my day
When will I be
overtaken?

My Kiss

To the floor, I lower slowly.
My eyes, an unfocused shade of need.
An ache guides my unsteady hand
as I release you to my greed.

Embracing sudden freedom,
you strain toward my caress.
The intoxicating heat of you
quickens need beneath my dress.

Just inches from your pleasure,
you beg me not to tease.
But my lips, they cannot help themselves
on the path to please.

Your flesh so smooth, my breath comes ragged.
Your hardness fills my hand.
My tongue darts out to capture
the silky promise of a man.

Salty words uttered so earnestly.
A  frantic, whispered wish.
I'll give you all your heart desires,
Starting with my kiss.