Cathartic Tether

Sun hitting her cold skin,
Listening to the familiar strum of a rhythm guitar.

Rubbing her fingers beneath her eyes,
Spreading,
Dragging the crestfallen tears.
Erasing any indication that sadness resided there.
Quivering lip,
A deep gasp taken,
Forcefully holding captive what has been in the dark for weeks.

Laying back in her wicker armchair,
Admiring the green leaves whimsically shifting,
Made partially transparent as sunlight rips through their veins,
Sensing the tingling breeze grant the warmth reprieve,
She warily ponders,
Why she ends so many conversations imprisoned by sadness.

A personal expedition,
Only shapeless words at first.
Words are what give her wholeness.


The judgement hurts her,
It carves tremulous holes in the wall she has built.
Perforating something unnamed,
Present demons confused for past battles.
She is unsure why she has fallen so far.

Tears slowly falling,
The water acting as glue,
She comfortably seals her eyes shut.
Rapid post-modern flashbacks.
This moment,
A cathartic tether coddled in utter trepidation,
A steady signal,
Anchoring these impelling emotions to a compilation of thoughts,
Magnifying into focus as her proverbial hand steadies.

She hopes she isn't too late.


She wills her spirit to take her back to where she was before,
Where she was on fire.

Loverbology

I don't seek a three word phrase,
I seek your motion.

Teach me a new vocabulary.

That tiny incline on the west end of your grin,
The way you can recount my every word with precision.
I don't seek a three word phrase,
I seek your motion.

Teach me a new vocabulary.

Your electric enthusiasm,
Describing a portraiture of our future,
Fused as inveterate partners.
Your passionate projections,
Outlining a string of compelling metamorphic moments.
Your vision willfully conjuring,
A joint path, no chasm in sight,
No forced will as the gap between us closes.
I don't seek a three word phrase,
I seek your motion.

Teach me a new vocabulary.

The way you endeavour to reach deep,
To unearth,
To expose my cavernous vulnerabilities.
The way you coolly,
So patiently,
Repair the hurt that bubbles unlike a lively effervescence with careful guardianship.
The way you studiously react,
To soften the emotions,
To reassign them to the rhythm of a waveless murmur.
The way you sweeten the space between us,
Vital ambrosia,
Replenishing my cup, half empty.
I don't seek a three word phrase,
I seek your motion.

Teach me a new vocabulary.
Teach me your three word phrase through your motion.