Sad Truth

My heart belongs
To you. No matter
How much I try
To keep it to myself
Or give it to another
It won’t budge.
 
It beats under yours
And pumps only through you
 
I wish I could get it back
 
And then I wonder what
You would do
 
That’s why I’m so cold all the time
 
You already ripped my heart
From your chest.
You laid it down.
It can’t find its way back.
I haven’t been looking

December 22, 2013

I love

Beer
Dark and complex
Light and refreshing
Flavors from
Sweet and malty
To bitter and floral
It’s the way it dances on my tongue
Warms me from my core
A new experience in each
Unwavering bottle
  
The way it opens me
Up to myself
The social
The creative 
The unabridged version
Of me
And I swear
I will never touch it again
In exchange
To have you
In all your complexities
Your darkness and your light
Your sweet and refreshing
Dance with my core
Open me to new experience
The unabridged version of me
You are all I have ever needed
My escape and reality 
Skillfully wrapped into one
Small package 
open up, my love
Be the reason
My dinners out last longer
My nights are wilder
My days are slower
My laughter is louder
Come back to me
And be my drink

Love’s Novelty

She was more
than the one
That got away.
Just couldn’t stay put.
She turned corners
Like novel pages
I kept my eyes on her
Every word
Believing that the end
Wasn’t permanent
The story would remain unchanged
The next time I picked her up

The fire in my fingertips
Was more than her
Bent spine could reconcile;
More than the iced coffee
stained heart could handle
Of whiskey,
Soaked kisses.

I could never
Decode her heart shape
Lock it away.

Changing the presence
of my history
I held her closed
Up promises that
Never came into being.

I regret not ever telling her
That she looked most beautiful
In the winter morning
As the sun danced her open.

Or, that I could see myself
loving her
With strength
And wisdom
And clarity.

Because love is:
silence Shattering laughter. Holding open Hearts for Queens.
Heavy blankets over
Naked bodies,
Cold hands
holding
warm intention;
a bookmarked
Promise of return.