Escape

The bird of my brow
Breathing deeply
Slowly close my eyes

To sleep in the bed
Of tangled branches
The wind playing my hair

Tears of the moon
Washing my serenity
Duvet of darkness spotlighting
The hidden beloved stars

Lost in the ancient roots
Of an inner child
The stage of dreams
Coming too gradually

Sweet tides of night
Firm in my soul
Washing away time

GenuineDays go by

Reaching

So far away

Waiting for deliverance

Hunger

chest quickly expanding
breath coming fast
pounding in the ears
of the racing pulse
Run, run, run, run, run
screaming calves with
burning thighs and
jarred creaky joints
fists clenched tightly
faster, faster, faster, faster
not a sound; not a word
keep pushing through
ignore the scraping braches
block out the animal cries
straight ahead, straight ahead
into the dark, into the thick
sweat trickling between breasts
eyes locked on the jumpy horizon
hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry

Rima XXI

by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer


What is poetry?

I hidden this for too long. Kept silent. How long can I endure? When will the veneer melt?
Would it matter any way?
The muscles grow tired, the mask grows weary.
The tar sticks so well.
the focus askew
another day gone

only me

They don’t know

Can’t hear your song

Can’t imagine your fuck

Your sound speaks

To my shy and

Shakes my limbs

Close your eyes

Imagine us;

Exploring

See my lips

Hot and willing

Coaxing your molester

Lick my clinch

With your witty tongue

And relish the delicacy

Slowly envelope me

While I envelope you

Savor each portion

Wrenching

Slapping

Squeezing

Eyes to the sky

Hands to the mountains

Hips to the music

Imagine the jungle

The wild humidity

Feel the trickle

I know your animal

I can see your pieces

I can meet you there

Long

Just too big to matter.
A haunted hefty hollow
Deceived into shadow.
Eclipsing the life of
Impossibly sweet dreams.
Mendacity from men
While pushing to reckon
The heart with the veracity.
Falling through the ice of
Sins committed by the
Mind of a sleeping soul.

Too true the eyes of
Touching hands and breath.
Can I long for you?
Can I sing for you?
Millions of miles strumming
The reach and appealing
The sky that flows openly.
Dare I dream the blue blossom?
A heart in remission
With the dreams and essence of
Untold and undefined want.