M.G.B

Your lips

Look like something I could float on

And when u laugh

That dimple winks at me

As if it knows I’m waiting for it

And if I’m close enough

I can hear your heartbeat

A rhythmic melody

A Smooth and consistent lullaby.

And your hands

Textured and thoughtful

Creeping up my thigh

Just enough to get warm.

I let them stay there long enough

And then I push them to their destination.

So you can explore me in detail

And turn me into a poem.

Titans Hand

I feel myself crumbling

By force

Of a weight that feels like a titans hand

By a burden I’ve given myself

I am atlas.

I watch myself

In the mirror

And there’s questions in my eyes

I am too embarrassed to answer

Even when I’m alone

I’m insincere.

I cry.

A haunting low wail.

Quiet enough to mean something

Not loud enough to share.

I hold my knees as tight as I can

This is how I keep it together.

Stars Are The Cure For Insomnia

I stare longingly at the stars

Head tilted up

Like a soft hand reminding me of who I am

A thought

Travels to Vega

The asterisms above

Everything is too big for me to answer correctly

But I try

I cloud my head with pulsating thoughts of luminosity and light years

Away from things that tie me to insomnia

Things that chain me to tomorrow

they suffocate me.

I toss and turn

A restless soul.

I escape to the night

And find myself in a constellation.

A cancer.

I think of Jovian planets

And methane rain

canabalistic galaxies.

I think of tornadoes that could consume earth

Sibling stars that never leave each other’s side

And everything

Seems so

Small.

As I sleep.

What a Difference a Color Makes.

A sheet of white

covers the roof

and we all rejoice

Oh, Christmas!

White doves for

beautiful weddings.

a white dress

a brides costume.

oh, weddings!

Dearly departed

black viels

and gloves

into the ground we go.

oh, despair!

and the snow

turns to brown

slush.

and we can’t wait

for it to go!

Fights Aways Start With Always.

Always

You start it with an always.

It comes from the bridge you walk over

Of things you said you’ve forgotten

And you carry that always

Right there in your pocket

And as heavy as it may be

You wield it

Eternally

And then it rains so thunderously

Lightening

and you frighten me

You swear it’s always what I do

You tower over me

and I shout to you

I thought we forgave each other

I forgive you and you add another

To your suitcase you carry through

Our relationship is something blue.

You always do this

I never do.